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Undone.
Incomplete.
Something missing.
We think we are pieces of a puzzle,
You and I.

Faith.
Hope.
The last of our expectations.
immersed in the notion of something
that will fulfill us.

We are so intrigued with this idea
of someone
Completing us.
Healing us.
Filling us.

Sometimes I wonder…
Maybe we were born whole,
not nuts and bolts.
not a jigsaw puzzle.
nothing missing.

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Mindless Musings #2

Magnificent!

This is my tale of a rendezvous with the enigma that is called – Snow!

“The first snowfall of every winter is magical,” I remember hearing this in a TV show once.

I am no stranger to winters, but in my part of the World, it does not snow all that often. So it has always been a bit of a mystery to me.

I have been told that as a child, I have witnessed quite a few snow days.

Sadly, I have no recollection of these days.

A few years ago, I completed another item on my bucket list, on a trip to Ladakh, India.

As we drove down the narrow roads, there was a zeal and zing brimming inside each of us.

There was a singular prayer on all our lips. One word. Snow.

The windows were down, I felt the cold breeze against my face, as I stared at the path ahead, from the backseat of the car.

In the distance, I saw the road -glittering and white. I was entranced, encaptured, enchanted.

A few seconds later, I saw a single snowflake dancing, floating, swirling in the air before hitting the concrete.

In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of these tiny miracles dancing, floating, swirling, and finally landing. I felt a few on my face before they melted, becoming tiny droplets of water.

We took an exit off the highway that led to an empty road.The concrete was not so bare now. There were white specks all over.

I stepped out, tilted my head upwards as I witnessed each tiny miracle completing its journey.

It was freezing cold, I was told. I felt none of it.

It was as if I had disconnected from everything around me. I was in a bubble with only these snowflakes for company.

It was as if I was conversing with every tiny miracle I saw.

I was completely and utterly bewitched by their charm, devoted.

Hypnotic. Irresistible.

The street off the highway was now filled with families and tourists who had stopped to witness those mesmeric moments of snow.

I heard children shrieking with joy in the distance. I heard people walking through the snow, not too silently.

Pure, innocent wonder.

Up close, each tiny snowflake appears different. Each began its journey as a droplet in the ocean, travels miles and miles away from home.

Suspended, in the freezing cold, trapped inside a cloud. How painful must it be.

Each drop is now shaped differently, pressing against each other, fighting for room.

Then the cloud gets heavy, it bursts.

There is room to breathe now. Room for each tiny miracle, that set off on this journey.

It dances one last time in a lightly blowing breeze, in hopes of reuniting with the homes they left behind.

That day, a few snowflakes returned to the oceans, seas, rivers and lakes they left behind. Others got consumed by the soil, where these tiny miracles nourished life. While some,simply fell on concrete, cars and roofs to bring euphoria and elation to the cluster of tourists and families by that road.

I witnessed true beauty in each snowflake. Selfless. Altruistic.

My first snowfall. Or at least the first I remember, was what I was told it would be.
Magical.