The beginning after…

It was serene and heavenly, myriad splinters of his body were in bliss. The existence was free from ticking of the second hands… His soul was floating, massless… in harmony, his body never ached, and his mind was like a white paper…blank. The eyes were closed saintly; the darkness inside the pupils never sensed…His ears detached from mind…

 

 

 

And then the digits transformed to 05:30, the Time piece started its raga, and he was still asleep… He again felt his breaths, calm and short, but countable, His soul felt his body…uncovered under the blanket…He felt the joints, bones, flesh and nerves…and then his soul felt the weight of the body attached with it…Then he felt the shuddering vibration thumping his ears, his ears joined  the soul again…His five fingers, elbow and chest roused the power within, moved and the alarm bell was put off…When he opened his eyes, though there was enough light…the room was blurred, slithering in to clarity each moment…His soul still was in harmony…

 

And then the consciousness slowly drifted in to his mind, and everything started connected logically… The reality slowly filling the jar of his heart…Room…bed…windows…the morning rays…chill in the air…He felt his lungs, forehead and collar bones…’Its  Morning’. And slowly the memory glided and melted in to his mind, like a drop of ink put in to water…it spread in to his mind…His heart ached, his throat crunched… lungs hooked…His mind crumbled…His heart  pained…The Energy orphaned in his body…The harmony disarrayed… ‘It’s Ok’, he said himself and left the bed… Everything will be Ok…he thought as he put his feet on the floor…

 

After all, Life have to move on…