Lightning strikes. Sometimes twice.

Love and spirituality... People think and seek separately. I got it at one go. From one.

You never realized. You have always walked beside me. You were in my every mantra. In my every pilgrimage. In every lamp that I ever lit.

Let such small miracles happen...

10 years. Not a day has passed by when I have not thought of you. Not a night has passed by when I have not thought of you beside me. 

And now, you call me. We discuss things new and old. You talk and I listen. You laugh and I cry; with happiness. We discuss how we parted ways and I talk about what-ifs, buts, and all that jazz! :-)

You have started speaking Hindi and have a four-year-old god-child now. Well, well. 

I am glad. I am happy. I am glad that finally, you could talk and open up. I am glad that finally, I have the patience to listen. 

Is this the beginning of a blossom? Of a beautiful bloom? Of an undefined love beyond borders?

Is this the beginning of a world, where only we exist... Of Tarapith and Tungnath and all our questions and answers and theories and rituals and realizations. Where Shiva dances and suckles... where the Goddess whispers and it booms. Where callings are heard and mantras uttered in every beat. Where the Goddess is fed and bathed and loved. 

A world where the Goddess feels she has reached home. And the god-child is at peace. 

Kabhie kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hain... Let such small miracles happen. 

Peace. Bliss. Bitter-sweet love and all that jazz!