CUCKOO CALLED IT “SWEET SEPTEMBER”

After a long hectic schedule of activities I got a break today, as always I planned to go to that 9.75 m by 7.62 m court and sweat it out with a double yellow dot. After seeing all the water for days from the space, it was so refreshing coming back to lush green surroundings. While on my way to the squash court I heard the voice of “Koyal” (some call it Indian Nightingale and some Cuckoo), yes, it was surprising because this is not the season you often hear Cuckoo. The voice was very sweet and I was mesmerized, saw the Cuckoo in flight and followed her. She stopped at every tree when she saw me failing to catch up with her voice and then sat in that beautiful willow tree; from across the lovely lake I could see the shadow of lush green willow in crystal clear water.

I tried my best to look for the Cuckoo; she was somewhere there in that willow. Sometimes the voices and sounds of such beautiful creatures give you strength and grow beyond you - to bolster your thoughts. Lovely thoughts flourish and seek to meet us at the point of origination.

Cuckoo was still not seen; I could hear her but could not see. She asked me in same sweet voice “what are you thinking?” I replied "Your flight in open skies and sweet voice set me thinking, I wish, I could go where night begins and frozen sunlight sings. I do not know you well, but what I know enchants me, like a song sung far away. At times I cannot perceive sound of the words you say, but what you say hangs softly and slowly I begin to understand the essence."

Cuckoo smiled and said, “I see you furtively and note your dreamy eyes, your spirit is half elsewhere. My friend, this is what I call disaster……” It was my turn to ask Cuckoo “why do you call it a disaster? And why do you say so?

She again smiled and replied “It is up to us to choose the option of calling it ‘disaster’ or anything else. What we must understand is that when some emotion or expression does not seek to control or dictate where the spirit is going to flow I call it a disaster.” Yes, even she calls it as disaster, I mumbled. Cuckoo heard my inarticulate words and asked, “Who is she?”

Oh SHE………In this beautiful clear water of lake, just as though the sea has stopped needing rainbows, She appeared in my dawn-sharpened sky with unabashed affection. Her faded picture looks so clear to me in the crystal water drops, the sound of perfect harmony are in the background and sweet emotions melting around. Her thoughts bring sweet rustic smell of raindrops in my soul like the rainbows that contain all colors of the feelings; beautiful sweet feelings adding the charm and the magic. Even her thoughts uncoil the rough twine making this journey so beautiful……when she asks me about the plant of fortune and how is it growing, subtle movement or gentle breeze rekindles my thoughts…… The familiar fragrance brings a wistful smile and the occasional blast of fireworks always takes my breath away.

Cuckoo said “I know, I know, A fire of thoughts that is carefully stoked and tended will not burn out. Blaze of bright sunshine and its warmth will always linger in your heart. It will beckon your soul and embrace you in its radiance. This is SWEET SEPTEMBER and the spark that has ignited long ago will remain an eternal flame………………”

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