I am an unfathomable enormous vacuum

Writer- a person who transforms caffeine into books! They need caffeine that is measurable in cups/mugs and their books are measurable in volumes…….

And I am an unfathomable enormous vacuum, always sharing some empty words and consuming the readers’ time.

I was silent and out of the world scene but now I appear once again with my vast emptiness to embrace the world and see how my emptiness pervades all.

Ignoring me is never a rescue. I am a ghost and will haunt you so long as you run the FACEBOOK FEVER.

Standing before the caved in Jeypore(Koraput) Palace.

While sipping tea at a tea-stall opposite to the recently collapsed imperial entrance (Smiha Dwara) of Jeypore palace of Nanda dynasty I reconfirmed my belief in the eternal truth- NOTHING IS PERMANENT IN THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING SHALL PASS AWAY………

The tea was hot and steaming. But I had forgotten to sip it. My heart was steaming with a burning emptiness. And it was because the collapse was before time & could have been averted.

6 years back, in 2006, I had landed the place with a metal trunk to join in the teaching job in a college. And thenceforth a new relation was formed with this enchanting place. I remember how, for the first time, when I viewed the dilapidated palace, I was completely awe struck. And how magically the characters of the past became alive in my imagination and I could feel as if I was standing under the imperial sun of the Kings and queens. But now I see those feelings & structure crumbling down and the earth engulfing it.

……..Holding my tea cup I realized that by the time my one half year old son grows up to understand the historical importance of the palace and the rich heritage of the place I may not be able to show him the decipherable remnants of the princely palace. Therefore, I have made this post with some photographs so that at least he (my son) may feel proud that his father had witnessed the last stand of this imperial structure……….

“I love you so much my dear son but I am not a good daddy. Because I could not preserve that brilliant flash of the brick & mortar made royal palace for you. Alas! For my insincerity I apologize to my posterity and at the same time I hope & dream that when the GenX (generation next) come to my age, they shall never repeat such mistake what I have made & repent for.”    

RED LINE

Green colored leaves and pink flowers and under them, we stand. The evening setting sun had smeared the sky with some crimson. And we two looked at the same direction, completely lost in our own thoughts. The breeze waved our hair and the loose corners of the clothes.

A togetherness of six years with each other had given the necessary understanding to understand each one's silence and we could read the meaning of the movement of each one’s eyes. Now she turned her face towards me. She looked into my eyes and I into her and felt that the time that we had enjoyed together make a golden period of our lives.

She hugged me and showed a line on her palm and smilingly told, “This line will take me overseas. I am destined to move half of the globe.”  I held her palms and kissed her.

In the next few months, she married a manager of a multinational financial institute, and, as she believed, that line on her palm took her beyond the seas.

Now I stood alone where once we used to stand together and I looked into my palm but I could not find such a line on it. I missed that line; I missed her too. I missed her hands, her lips, her smiles and her dreamy imagination to go abroad.

The sun was about to set in the west. The birds returned their nest. The approaching night enveloped the earth in darkness and I returned to my rented room. I lay down on the bed and could see how that line took her far away and now it turns out to be a RED LINE for me-a reminder not to cross it in any case because she is not mine.