Ahalya

by Koral Dasgupta

The soft green leaves quivered with vigour. Pretty little orange flowers appeared as buds and soon bloomed, dew dribbling down the tips of the petals and the centres pregnant with pollen.

Petite blue birds appeared from nowhere and flocked from flower to flower in search for nectar, playfully nudging and outwitting each other. So beautiful was this happiness beneath.

You can create only a part of your vision; the rest creates itself!

The one who looked at the world as if it were a magical collection of unpredictable ventures, as if every moment were a metaphoric disclosure of its inherent mystique.

‘External beauty is an illusion that captivates the human brain. You start thinking that an object of beauty is imperishable, invincible. The truth is there’s nothing more vulnerable than beauty as it falls to the slightest provocation. It falls from its rank when something more beautiful stands before it. It falls from its confidence the moment it is described using tangible parameters. It falls from grace as time erodes its surface. Beauty isn’t worthy of trust. Yet human mind is such that it chooses the beauty that appeals to the eyes over the strength that appeals to the heart.’

Maybe the path knew him.

The moonlight made its way through the obstructing trees and adorned us with light and shade.

Love makes you look at life with a glittery sheen. Love makes you perceive beauty.