Luminous Infinitus

Relived a wonderful moment when I accidentally read one of my old scribblings. There are some places where the moment you go, you feel completely at ease ; you’d stay, transfixed with a longing in your heart to be left there forever! It could be a library, a church, a temple, top of a mountain, a beach, an island, a hut in the middle of a forest, a river bank .. it could even be someone’s house. S’s house, it’s not a house, it is a being. The moment you enter, you feel a warm, smooth embrace. There is certainly something there.. something in the way the house was built, something in the way things were arranged, something in the way lighting was set up, something that kept you suspended in a dream-like state. The flute at the shelf near the bottom of the stairs was lazily placed but you felt as though it blew music into your mind. The winding stairs that led to a small study upstairs beckoned you to go up and when you did, it wasn’t merely going up in space, you felt as though yo...

In my dream I was sleeping. A was shaking my hand. “Achaya..wake up.. wake up.. I can’t find the books.” “What books ? ” “The ones I kept in the box yesterday. The box is empty now.” “Yeah, the books walked away. You ignored them for too long. You know indifference is a punishment more severe than hatred.” (Sorry. I’m sometimes sarcastic when woken up from sleep) “He he ! stupid joke.” (clap, clap ! here is someone who doesn’t take offense.) I went with her to the inner room. She was showing me the empty box. “How could it be. I’m so certain that I took all the books sprawled under the bed and put it into this box. ” I gave a sheepish smile - “I know I know.. ” I took the box in my hand and turned it upside down. Opened it from the other end. All the books were there. “Wow !” “This is a magician’s box.” I wanted to show her the trapdoor and explain it to her. But at that moment my eyes caught ‘Histories’ - Histories by Herodotus. Suddenly, everything dissolved. There was no box. There ...