||~ Omkara OS~||

Omkara the name reverberates in silence.

Every step she took echoed his name.

She has known him since ages, or that's what she feels. It was not like those dreamy moments you expect, like right out from a romantic novel or a film. It was something of the sort you never even in your dreariest dreams imagine to happen. She remember walking into a cafe, she remember seeing him. And the rest as they say is history.

It was monsoon. Mumbai monsoon, there is a special beauty attached to it, not so new to the city yet new, that's what she was to Mumbai. A call from her friend and by mistake she entered the wrong cafe.

It was messy, dizzy and weary. She saw a man.

For her he seemed music. Like the notes that play, like the tune that you hum, his every step was musical and artistic. The way he walked out, made her feel as if art moving around capturing essence of the world.

And he was indeed art. Like the art who unsettles you, he unsettled her ordered self, like the art who calms your wounded self, he calmed her agony.

And like the art which paints the bleak world in colour, he coloured her greyed vision.

In a word one could say he changed her', a change she welcomed and embraced.

Today days after her encounter with him, she pondered on his fate, his life.

She remembered a line from her favourite poem, "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee" (sonnet 18, Shakespeare)

.No matter how much favourite was this poem to her, she was always skeptical about the power of art or that of an artist. These lines, she could still recollect her English teacher reciting and later explaining about the immortality of art and artist through art.

And today when she see him, she remembers these lines. Those sculptures he makes shall always be remembered after him. She grinned in happiness at this thought, and I shall be his muse, a thought she giggled at the same time made her blush.

Lost in thought, so much lost she was in his thought that she didn't realize his presence there.

"OM KA RA" silently she breathed his name, to feel it.

Every syllable reverberated in the silence that followed it.

The name was deep, deep enough to drown one.

Closing her eyes, like a monk she meditated his name.

Every utterance of his name was soothing her troubled soul.

Serene was her face and watching her bright face, he stood there calm and tranquil.

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