The Source
Short Commentary
[Image from Pixabay]
Listen to this wonderful track by Pandit Jasraj and read along.
Transported to the past, a pinch of time plucked, rubbed, glided from vilambit (slow), madhya (medium), to drut (fast) tempo, casting a spell to unite.
The golden light smeared the pillars, the roof, escaping through the hall, smudging the dusk too… or was it dawn?
A small earthen diya (lamp) lit the space wholly, for so long, and though the last one to enter the hall, standing near the pillar, you feel the warmth.
No one moves, as if they are painted and fixed, but you do to see the diya from nearby, you ask it something, it flickers gently, and you realise it is the music that is its source.
The beats slowly embrace you.
Suddenly, in the end, before transporting back, you find yourself dancing, joyfully.
Originally published at https://www.chimingstories.in on September 17, 2023.
