Restless Feet

Have you listened to it? Restless feet? The whole activity has a rhythm to it. You would say it is lack of attentivity or focus. I would say it is latent energy - latent and potent. That is raring to unleash.

Look at that feet - the up-down spring tune. Poke a hole into that knee and energy would come bursting out like little yellow birds. Then those birds would settle into each nest that would be another activity in itself. Each would grow food, rear kids and on and on ...

Let looseness break away from the rigidity of your feet next time. Let it translate to bursts of exercise, poetry, artistry, dance, love letter, or simply take up a debate!!! Let free and live your feet!

Ecstatic

Pandit Hariprasadji's flute notes are ruffling my hair, easing out a smile from my lips and then transporting me. I am, now, at the edge of a hilltop. Hair flowing in the cool, sweet breeze.
My eyes are honey-coloured, intense, reflecting the canvas they are fixated on - that luscious kanha, the sky. I look at his caressing fingers, his intent lips - the flute isn't his instrument, she's his lover. His fingers, his lips and the flute, in synergy, they create my world. A world that pulls out my outer skin, letting the shy and suppressed woman leap out. A world that holds me by waist, making me dance, that thrusts a dotara into my hands, compelling me to play the strings, turning me into Meera.
I am out of me now. I am in sync with the sky, kanha, the flute, the dotara, happiness, love. I am riding the highest octaves of sea waves.
I am ecstatic.
I am beautiful.

(Oh, how I forget this. Thank you Panditji.)

- Chandni