The cerulean blush of the new morn beckons even as I wake up with a yawn. I gazed open-mouthed at the pristine vastness. A scene such as this, I never ever saw. I wonder what lies beyond the blue, crimson, yellow, and green. It is so vast, vaster than the meadow green I’ve always seen.
My transparent heart, I open before you, no storm in a teacup, I now brew.
In that snowy-vastness, in that heavenly-stillness, in contrast to my crass-narrow mind, there is much serenity. And in that surreal silence when I am engulfed, all my sorrows, my misgivings lie extinguished.
Well, I was at my wits’ end. My health was at its worst. I had suffered burnout. I was a mental and a physical wreck. I definitely needed a break! I had to find a way. I knew that sorcerers or astrologers would be of no help, they’d be interested more in what I’d be able to pay….
And that’s when it came in a flash from within – Take off to the hills, the distant snowy peaks, where you’d not find a soul for miles –only rivers gurgling, alpines whispering, skies enticing and the horizon, stretching endless over the snow-kissed hills. Solitude is bliss, heavenly, at that!
Hema Ravi is a part-time language trainer by profession, writer by passion. She is a poet, author, reviewer, editor (Efflorescence), event organizer, independent researcher, and resource person for English language development courses. She is the Secretary of Chennai Poets' Circle (CPC) and Connecting Across Borders (CAB) and a permanent contributing member of the ISISAR, Kolkata. Her writings have won prizes, been published in reputed newspapers and international print and online journals. She is the author of "The Cuckoo Sings Again" (collection of short stories), "Everyday English" (self tutor for students), Write Right Handwriting Series 1,2,3 (Handwriting and Comprehension books), co-author of Everyday Hindi and Sing Along Indian Rhymes.