The train hadn’t stopped yet
I stood in the open doorway,
hoping you to come to the railway station
to await my arrival…
Like unknown places,
I saw many faces running backwards
Yet I couldn’t find
the sea of sweetness personified as your face
Nor the sunflower fields…
nor any trace of Mahendragiri,
that hallowed hill we knew so well.
that you hadn’t come to receive me,
or that this wasn’t my destination
I began to quietly get out of the way.
two strong hands — as if with a prankish intent,
entwined me, along with a loud chant
of the mantra of my name ‘Jaya!’
and covered me,
closing in on me like an opaque dark cloud
and turned me into a shower of rain.