Sanjoli ; Part-I

A not-so subtle reinforcement of sanjoli in her life.

She smelt the moisture in the morning breeze;her delicate fingers caressed the dewdrops that adorned the petals.
“I must feel blessed to be able to experience& connect with the oceanic waves all over again; nature reinstates the existence of divinity on earth.”she recited these verses aloud as if she was conversing with the sea.

The waves seemed to remind her of the rhythmic prance of a dancer’s winged feet that leaps, pounces and glides with endless fervour. The beauty in the ferocity is that the waves like her feet reaches the unreachable only to get back gracefully on time.

As the waves touched her feet,she believed that they teased and tempted her to compete with them.And She danced ,after all these years of abstinence from the passion that enlivened her.
She danced;Danced the dance of existence, older than the beginning and newer than all that will come or will be....

Her spirit soared with every step, And she wanted to let go; let go and entwine with the sea.She expressed her desire to embrace an unrestrained life as she danced propelled by an ember of desire .

Her feet moaned in pure ecstasy.....
Her eyes cried as they indulged in the astounding beauty around her..
She now saw no horizon,looking at fantasy as not too separated from reality.

The mere intoxicating fancy of her dance drew him towards her!

Elated she will leap,more......