We sat on the steps in front of a small temple--three of us. Another guy, he was moving around. A crowded temple at a distance, the Sun obscured by the early monsoon clouds. He looked at me, not many words, but his mischievous eyes asked, 'What's happening? What are you up to?'. I turned towards her and she escaped my glance with a smile. The other guy was still chattering.
That moment onward things whizzed past, as though life was in a tremendous hurry, but the moment where we were together---it got etched deep, as if by magic. It was a moment where things unraveled from obscurity to familiarity. I was leaving behind something and picking up a piece of a long forgotten dream. And I would hold that dream close to my being and the dream would envelop and wrap around me in all tenderness. It was a beginning yet it felt so intimate. As if I had arrived home. As if I realized at that moment that I hadn't left home at all.