Call of the wild

You might be wondering why call of the wild??? So in this post I would try to tell you why. I had thought of blogging for a long time now and just as I was beginning to forget about it I happened to visit Hubli in Karnataka . It felt as if our meeting was conspired -our gazes met , mine was of awe n wonder and his full of love n kindness. His eyes were as if he could see through me and he smiled and the wind blew washing my fears , inferiorities,my insecurities with it as if he had known I would come and had waited long, so long . Considering his wisdom I think he had known all this while that our fate was to collide. My usually easily tired feet as if they had not walked in a long time started sprinting on their own. I think it must have been love ...YES IT WAS LOVE . Crazy things love makes you realise. There in a foreign land,I stood forging dreams that yesterday I had thought were too futile, forgiving myself for the mistakes in the past, comforting my heart of the sorrows that had weighed it down and drawing energy which seemed to radiate from him. The energy was so strong I had to hold my breath at times. And suddenly I realised he wasn't mine to keep. I could belong to him but he could never ever belong to me . He could in fact never belong to anyone......................As my heart felt heavy and feet too  difficult to drag I realised I would meet him again but in different place and in different zone. And at that moment as if I  heard a sigh or was that a call?...I don't think it was me,it definitely wasn't . If it was him I would never know or would I? That is again another history, another story......                                                                                                                                                                                   Everyone in this world draws energy from something or  someone  and for me that  energy is   nature.....               Ever listened to the rustling of leaves , the flapping of winds against your face  the vastness of mountains,  cooing of birds and felt your heart  skip a beat and  your heart dancing to an oblivion that drowns you completely intoxicated. What I experienced was what got me into writing this blogs. If anyone of you have still not figured who *him  is  then let me tell you it was HUBLI , Beta park in particular . Nature always amuses me n inspires me .It was as if I had made a truce with myself until we met again , until the wilderness calls out again and  i reach out to the call of the wild                                                                                        HUBLI FROM BETA PARK             
Photo courtesy  Byabang Amar Dui

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  1. Unknown7 November 2013 at 11:49

    It is a beautiful piece of writing dear one,or powerful if you will.
    :)

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