Blaze

A usual evening it was. I climbed up to the roof but found certain strange things happening all around. Each and every element around were reflecting precursory notes to me. It seemed to me like an illusion, but the innumerable candles placed on the roofs of the houses didn’t seem like giving an impression of a power-cut. When the last candle was finally lit it looked to me the golden necklace being worn to the most beautiful damsel on her wedding eve. Her scintillating neck, with the beads of gold, studded on her body, together with giving an impression of a sanctum, where I was standing in the middle, astounded, with my eyes locked at the fulgurant, eye-popping incident happening in front of me.
It was a new moon day, and a perfect plan was made to defy the laws of nature. The moon didn’t turn up to shower her radiance and it was left to the mortals to design their way to greet their Holy mother to descend on the earth…. Glinting drops of gold sluicing down the side of the buildings, avoiding their wall friction, one by one….setting the trace for the successive one to follow the course. The earth-like variegated ball… frenziedly blinking as they were rotating about their axis….the stage was set for the next part of the plan…and it was strident, loud, and was enough for the distant eardrums to get trembled by it. I lifted up my hands to the gods above….dear Lord, hear us as we speak. Our speech was no verbal, just a constellation of sounds.

LIGHT!!! SOUND!!! AND ACTION!!! A flicker of light fleeted past me, without giving a moment to guess its movement. It reached the monumental height and then burst out into a scintillating garland. It is meant to welcome Her….and another went past, there was even faster. Vaguely one could discern the parachute wandering in the midst of the sky, finding a safe place to land. The other flickers started rocketing in the air. Some burst into aglitter orbs. They were many in numbers…inconceivable, unanticipated….slithering behind the successor, making a great noise in the sky, loud enough to reach the stars….loud enough to muddle the crowd, to appall the kids and to mesmerize me. I stood there bedazzled, as the plan was slowly getting unfolded. The mystery yet disentangled, but yet magnetic in the way its accoutered…I stood there, not ready to miss this chance….the game of light, the jugglery of fire, juddering the hearts. The frivolous young people were the ones to get crazy. Even the most vegetarian had turned abstemious. They were dead drunk, yet vibrating with excitement and dancing to the tunes set by the multiple eruptions of bombs. Because they knew that they were not meant to harm people.

The trumpeting sound set by the multiple explosions beckoned Her arrival. The maniacal eruptions could not be screened from each other and altogether giving a pure impression. The sound reached its crescendo and the intoxication had gripped the head of the young people…they were unaware of their surroundings. How their tomorrow would be or how had been the past day, all these questions were just shoved to the pit of oblivion, and what was more important for them was to make the sound reach the ears above the sky….judder them by the eruptions….lights, sounds can only be used to celebrate and not to create any holocaust.

And she arrived….amidst all the sounds, lights, dance, unrestrained rabidity, fireworks….her colossal effigy, ebony appearance, striking even the most blasphemous, a tinge of awe and respect in him….

And as for me…. I was in the land of light, escaping from the world of concrete and steel, jostled into the enlightened world…where there is no darkness, no gloom…standing there with my eyes stuck at the ebony behemoth….elated, uplifted, sanctified…