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The other night, I dreamt of you. In my dream I felt your beautiful sight, your intoxicating smell, and your subtle touch. I was conscious that you were holding me tightly in your arms and I was melting within. Then you leaned forward, smiled and whispered in the softest voice, ‘Shall we dance?’ And we danced. I saw us dance. I felt us dance. It seemed like, in my dream, I was both the observer and the observed. I was no longer just me. I was a part of us. You were not my mere memory or my dream anymore. You were my happiness. Yes, I was happy. The bliss drifted through me as mighty rivers arbor through their delta; slowly and pervasively irrigating my senses all over.

And then I woke up. The dream was over. Yet, the contentment lingered. I was still happy. Deep within me, I could feel us dancing. I could still feel you. You were real. They will cite ‘dissociative conscious state’ as the underlying reason where excessive stimulation of certain parts of the brain (amygdala, hippocampus, temporal lobe in the cortex, etc.) ‘splits’ consciousness and the mind can experience a whole lot without actual sensory inputs from the body. Memories are tapped into, fantasies are exploited and a synthetic reality is seamlessly constructed by the hyperactive mind. But then, I cannot deny the happiness I felt. Whatever the reality may be relative to the whole world, I did ‘hear’ you whisper ever so softly, ‘Shall we dance?’ And… we danced.

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N 77 B 3.2K C 22 E Sep 2, 2018 F Sep 12, 2018
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My dear Bapi,
You probably know how things are with me these days. Yes, I have scaled a few more summits in my life. At the same time, a few nadirs have plunged me to their depths as well. At times, when the air gets heavy and my lungs accumulate water, I think of you and how you reacted to my circumstances. When things were bright, the brightness would spread to that smile on your face, which would beam like a sunstar with pride. And when the going got gloomy, you would listen to my situation and calmly say, always, ‘everything will be alright’. Those words never sounded true, but your conviction felt warm like a few drops of sunshine in a deep dark forest.

Talking about forests, your grandson and I recently visited the Redwood national park and hiked a trail with a soulful name: The Damnation trail. The trail was lined by thousands of redwood trees. Some were young and others were old – perhaps, thousands of years old. These old redwoods have probably seen everything there is to see during a life. Like us, some redwoods are broken, some are burnt, others wilted and a few literally gutted. Yet, most of them stand tall trying their best to reach their stars. Perhaps believing – as all old souls like you do – ‘everything will be alright’. Such a hope never sounded true, but their conviction felt warm… yeah, just like a few drops of sunshine in your eyes.

PS: We miss you. Everyday. Four years later, your physical absence doesn’t feel real. With that smile on your face, you remain safe in our hearts where you still try to assure me in that calm voice… everything will be alright. As always, I don't believe you, but your conviction feels wet in the eyes.

Tags:   RedwoodNationalPark NationalPark CoastRedwood Redwood CoastalRedwood SequoiaSempervirens Sequoia Ferns Fern Sunstar DamnationTrail DamnationCreekTrail NorthernCalifornia California DelNorteCoastRedwoodsStatePark Ramen Saha

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The majestic symbol of the American West stared at me with a lot of something unique. The captivating stare had the pain of witnessing an intruder who has taken over his land and forced the vagabond of a vast continent into a slender strip of reservation. It also had the angst and disgust of seeing one of his hunters who lurk outside the park waiting to butcher him lawfully, yes, lawfully. As if not chilling enough already, the stare was supervened by an eerie audacious bellow that still rings in my ears. He is one reason why I want to visit Yellowstone again. They have a name for this strange urge… as Jenny says below... Call of the Wild!

PS: This image was explored on 03/11/11. Now will somebody please explain it to me what the heck I should do with that piece of info? Other than thank you all for your kind comments, ofcourse!!

Tags:   Bison American Bison Bison bison Yellowstone Bison Ramen Saha

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It was a gloomy day; nature was dimly lit and my mood followed the example. Precipitation from previous evening had turned sleet on roads and icicles everywhere else. These icicles usually remind me of Agatha Christie’s impeccable murder weapon. Today however, I strayed very close to them. And there it was… a dwarf glass-blower probably had too much to drink and nothing much to do... crazy frozen moody water! How did it learn to articulately resemble those etchings on my soul?

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Mockingbirds are flagrantly territorial. Today, I witnessed one of these singing knights defend his domain with a lot of aggression. The assault included a spirited swagger followed by an aerial ambush (above) and a coarse warning which was anything but melodious. The trespasser (right) barely had enough time to flip out of harm's way and escape into obscurity. After driving off his unwanted visitor, mister royalty (left) sat on a steel column which I reckon marked the border of his territory. I saw a mix of pride and relief in his demeanor. However, that quickly turned into a more powerful expression (his pupil contracted and his body tensed) when he heard my camera. He gave me a look that clearly classified me as an intruder and seemed to say, you too want a piece of that? Not wanting to bear the blitz of a Mockingbird, I pretended to see some Juncos around the corner and left the maniac alone.

PS: Leah, are you happy now?


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