Just today, I was talking to a friend. She's a journalist, and I was reading her blog. I was telling her how well she writes and also that that she should try writing her personal experiences and share it online because in news-writing, the scope of creativity is limited, and the story needs to be backed by facts and figures. This reminds me that I myself haven't shared any of my write-ups lately. And hence, this blog was conceived. Though I wrote it 2-3 months ago in my journal, I'm putting it online for some of you to read it...
Day-1
Something beautiful I felt this evening while coming back home. Standing by the door, in the Metro, I was gazing at the skies. I had the headphones plugged in and an instrumental piece in Shubha Mudgal's voice was playing on. In the sound, 'Omiya' - the song from Meera Nair's "Kamasutra: A tale of love", I experienced a state of bliss. I felt a sudden bloom of lotus flower at the center of my chest. My heart started dancing with all those lovely women sitting in the Metro. My gaze was soft like a lamp lighting in the quite. I had a vision, in which I saw that I was some kind of a light that is scattering in the universe. And every being and every life on the planet, with their own light came together to join me in the celebrations of lights. All that time I felt as if my face was glowing from its own radiance. What I felt was a bliss that was very satisfying, full of bewilderment, and life nurturing.
Day-2
The next day again I experienced something very similar to my last day's experience. However, with a little difference. I was in the Metro, walking, when I felt a bowl of water in the center of my chest. And that bowl is vast and deep, like an ocean of water. Water that is Still, Flawless, and Pure. And whichever way I was going, everything that was coming before or crossed me was submerging into that Water-Bowl, irrespective of their type, size, or any other point of distinction. And everything that submerged into it became still, became silent, as if they were in deep meditation.
Day-2
The next day again I experienced something very similar to my last day's experience. However, with a little difference. I was in the Metro, walking, when I felt a bowl of water in the center of my chest. And that bowl is vast and deep, like an ocean of water. Water that is Still, Flawless, and Pure. And whichever way I was going, everything that was coming before or crossed me was submerging into that Water-Bowl, irrespective of their type, size, or any other point of distinction. And everything that submerged into it became still, became silent, as if they were in deep meditation.
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