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ETERNAL MOMENT


In the autumn of life when nothing  matters much and the rat race turns meaningless,  the deep stillness fills you ,  slowly the introspection happens . It  corrodes the superficial layers of  the conscious mind  and beneath comes  alive the world of your innocent youth ,the white brightness of the cool skies, the dreams of rosy future. The  innocent indulgences  of the  moments  seem that life is  vast and enigmatic  and  now from that  very world peeped a day which stood  clear and expansive  wherein a figure rose which i could see even now so clearly and which had  transformed  me then. For a moment my heart had  stopped beating and i was completely mesmerised by this young person .   The feeling was new to me and it was  intense.  my entire surroundings  got subsumed  by this one person . Only a strong urge took hold of me ,I wanted to follow him. 

The scene changes . I   see myself  feverishly pursuing the worldly ambitions and in the process the one burgeoning  spark had  got relegated to the deep recesses  of my sub conscious mind, and now the  very vision of that  scene   flashed  back  the moment , which perhaps had never  died  down and which  raised  the  same yearning   yet  transcending  it  into  deep blissfulness.  Without  my knowing the Moment had already turned Eternal!

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