Being seated on a revolving chair inside the office of my friend’s Newton Institute, I moved my head from right to left and as slowly as the watch’s minute hand and exactly in the manner a movie cameraman moves his camera from pan right to pan left.
The first object that I saw was the hanging mirror reflecting my dejected and forlorn visage mocking at my hypocrisy and just above it was a round wall clock showing a 180 degree line made by the minute and hour hands.
Next was a portrait of Gautam Buddha in his meditating posture that seemed to remind all of the importance of peace and tranquillity. Very interestingly, the painting framed in rectangular size and pasted against the wall was of Sir Isaac Newton, a great British scientist who introduced the theory of gravity.
My sight slowly fell upon a date sticker glued on a wooden box reading “Thursday” evermore and made me chuckle (no one would replace the very date that would be humorous). Off mood, I turned to the side where a painting named “Prince Siddhartha bids a farewell” was positioned in the corner hanging vertically. As long as my head swept, I found a rack full of books related to GRE and TOEFEL located against the wall, and just below was a hanging picture of Saraswati, the Goddess of knowledge, holding a beena and a book.
Gradually the opened window pulled me to the world outside where a couple of lovers, I suppose, were going around the Baudha gumba, reminding me of the barren life without any girl-friend during the 24 springs of my life. I, therefore, did not pay any heed to the absence of any one damsel’s love that my heart knowing or unknowingly craved for.
No sooner had my eyes caught the attention of the postcard pasted on the wall that read “when love and skill work together expect miracles” than it produced the flood of nostalgia and powerful emotion bottled up inside the core of my heart. I remembered a girl who had gently kissed my forehead as a gust of her love, had eloped with someone else, causing a landslide making the moment unforgettable for me. The door was opened, and above it was again written “Each day be happy and free”. I concluded, Yeah! Cheer up. (Published: March 28, 2006. Link: https://thehimalayantimes.com/opinion/midway-refreshing-the-mood/)
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