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Picture of a beautiful sunset

By Mallika DharPublished 4 years ago 4 min read
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Golden Sunset

It was a simple day, just like any other day. But as the sun went towards the horizon to set, soft clouds began to show up around the sun. Then the magic happened. All the clouds became glorious with the golden rays of the setting sun.

Ruhee walked silently towards the village. The twilight clouds were magnificent. They were glorious golden with some shades of orange and white and red. Ruhee couldn’t see that her body also got some colorful glow coming down from those clouds.

Ruhee was preoccupied. She tried to remember what she experienced that day. All she could remember was a couple of butterflies and a dreamy sense of a new song. She recalled that in her meditation she sang the song so easily, but in her wakefulness the song was like a misty hill far away, for which she could only sense the shape faintly, all the details were hidden.

When she reached home, moon was rising in the east. She recalled it was the night after full-moon. The moon was almost full, only missing a little.

At home, Ruhee’s mother brought her dinner of boiled vegetables and milk and honey. Ruhee ate those slowly, she felt them quite delicious after her fasting for the whole day. Then she relaxed on her bed while taking the first sip from the mixture of honey and milk.

Her friend Nisha arrived to greet her. Nisha was excited because she would begin the same rituals after several months. She was quite interested to know Ruhee’s experiences.

Two friends were talking in low voices. Wide-eyed Nisha whispered, “Ruhee, how did you feel ? Were you afraid? Did you hesitate? Or were you confident all along? ”

Ruhee smiled, then said, “No, I was not afraid. I was not quite confident, either. It was…it was as if you were going somewhere alone, for the first time. Won’t you feel some inhibition first? I felt that. But I went ahead because there was a hope for joy and beauty, too.”

Nisha whispered again, “What did you hear? Did you hear the song?”

Ruhee could not answer right away. She was thinking. Then she said, “ I heard a faint tune, nothing was very clear. It was like a faint dream, faint and misty. But I heard some tune. Let me sing my own song, Nisha. Will you listen that?”

Nisha said, “Yes, yes, please.”

So Ruhee sang an old song, the song of her own, which her mother got long ago.

She sang few lines and then asked Nisha to sing along. Nisha began to sing with her sweet voice. It was a beautiful song.

Nisha’s voice was excellent. Her singing was like soft breeze flowing through the woods under the starry summer night. Ruhee felt a strange touch, as if some invisible butterflies were flapping their wings on her cheeks. She recalled the butterflies she saw in her meditation.

After about an hour, Nisha got up to go home. Ruhee also got up and came out to say good bye.

Ruhee watched her friend walking away through the soft moonlight. A strange compassion flooded her heart. She recalled those two butterflies again, they were radiating love and kindness. She wondered why their images kept coming back.

Then Arush came. Ruhee greeted him with a silent smile. He smiled back and sat by her side. Both were looking at the dancing moonlight and the shadows on the front yard. There was a nice background orchestra of field crickets.

It was as if they were watching and feeling a great drama of Nature where their own talks could diminish the effect. So they were silent. But still they could feel each other’s sweet music coming from their hearts.

When moon reached the mid sky, a few night birds began to call together as if to announce the midnight. Arush broke his silence, asked, “Ruhee, how was it? How was your meditation today?”

Ruhee answered softly, “It was misty, not very clear, but some of the visions were so beautiful! I wish I could show you.”

Arush laughed, said, “That is not possible. That blessing is reserved only for the would-be mothers. Fathers will listen later. ”

Then he got up and said, “You need to sleep now, Ruhee. I’ll leave now. It is already late. Best wishes for tomorrow. ”

Arush left and Ruhee fell asleep.

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