Na Rootho, Rootho, Na Rootho Meri Jaan




Life moves on like a taxi and the taxi is sometimes empty and sometimes full with passengers and the destination is sometimes close by and sometimes far away and yet the taxi moves on, so it is with life, sometimes there is joy, sometimes sorrow, sometimes things happen quickly, sometimes they take a long while, and yet life moves on.



Saturday evening, and the mind is wandering in a desert that is far, far away from the city, where the sky is so clear that countless stars can be seen twinkling and glittering like glowworms romancing. The isolation is so divine that one feels like prostrating on the cool sand. Some distance away there is a tent where some Arabs are sitting and smoking and laughing.



I feel like a Bedouin from a forgotten past and as I walk on, I see the caravan of Time pass by, and on one of the camels, a beautiful princess with her face covered by a thin veil is sitting, who is looking at me intently and so I gaze at her and she smiles at me, the brilliance of which far outshines the gleam of the stars, and I smile back at her. She gets down from her camel and runs towards me like those heroines do in Hindi movies and I run towards her like those heroes do in Hindi movies and then…



And then my wife says, ‘Is your blog over or not? Today you are taking too much time in writing.’ And then she reads about the princess part and her face falls and she is about to walk away when I hold her hand and say, ‘Na Rootho, Rootho, Na Rootho Meri Jaan’ and she smiles.



In the meanwhile, the caravan of the princess waits in the desert for me.



-          NZ

26.10.2019

BN: 169






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