I feel like water. I weep like water. Does water weep? Even if it did, would one be able to see its tears? Water on water, water in water…
A friend had once said, “Aap doobney waalon mein se nahin hai…”
True. I do not drown. I just take the sea along with me to its bed and watch as its world swims past us. I feel like the sea. So near and yet so far. Meeting the sky in the distant horizon and yet reflecting its light and darkness at every moment. I become what the sky is. And I revel as the moon takes me on its dance. I swell with anger, I lash out at the shore that has always stood by me, I topple all that wants to be a part of me…is it me doing all this? Or is it a power outside of my being?
I feel like a drop of water. For a thirsty person it seems like life; for someone else just another drop from the vast expanse. I see it as a crystal clear bead that you have to strain your eyes to see through…but it remains clear. And when it does flatten out, the slight wetness it has left as its stamp is there to touch, even if for only brief a while. Under extreme heat it evaporates…
I feel like steam. A small sensation that does not matter, but wants to be felt in its emptiness.
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The picture was taken in the Kerala backwaters...a place that has seen me turning from water to a droplet to steam more times than it would care to remember.