That unforgettable place \u2026\nI cannot seem to get it out of my mind.\nIt had no name. There is no village to note the location. I had no compass to mark the coordinates. \nBut I am sure I could recognise it even in my sleep.\nIt is the resting place. It is the destination. It feels like it is THE spot that I journeyed for all my life. It is where I lost my soul.\nThe air, the sunlight from behind the Himalayan rock wall, the relative sizes and shrinking of my body, the mountains, the sky and the imagined beyond \u2013 all made it surreal. \nI have a photograph. I have many photographs. \nBut I am not sure I want to see them again\u2026\n\u201cChedo toh woh shola hai \u2013 choo lo toh bas shabnam hai\u2026.\u201d Words from a pretty song that describe my not wanting to disturb that memory \u201cWhile you chase it, it appears to be a flame or a spark \u2013 but when you finally do touch it is nothing but a dew drop\u201d\nSometimes when you look at photographs, instead of reviving the memories, we lose the ethereal emotions attached to them\u2026\nSometimes when you revisit a precious place, it loses the halo that memory has bestowed upon it. \nNot always. But sometimes \u2013 so it is a risk to revisit.\nMaybe that is why in the 7 subsequent trips to that region I have avoided going to that particular precious spot. The region itself is tedious to reach and that spot would have needed just a few hours more to visit. But I didn\u2019t do it. \nSubconsciously afraid to losing what I had found there?\nBut sometimes the yearning is so consuming that it becomes necessary to reach out once again. And so I pulled out the photos. \nClick to view slideshow.Click to view slideshow.\nAnd maybe I will revisit. That spot in which my soul found its destination. \nAnd became one with the universe. I lost the \u201cI\u201d. \nAtma Parmatma. Formless. Thoughtless. And assumed the \u201cwhole\u201d form again. \nSeamlessly one with the universe. For those few moments. Lived in that memory. \nAnd then real life sucked me back into its fold. \nThose moments that I left back there \u2013 I will go back and look for them. Under the rocks. On that dried river bed. In the crevasses of those mountains. Somewhere out there maybe my soul is floating around in the light Himalayan breeze in the mild sunlight and the chilling mountain shadows. content. fulfilled. silent. just being. living that oneness with the universe. \n*These words maybe make no sense unless the experience has been experienced. And those who have lived that moment will recognise the sublimity contained in these words. Those who haven\u2019t will find them empty and even whacko! \u2013 as we say in Mumbai \u201cWhat to do!??!!\u201d \n\njm\nJuly 2017\nThe post That Place appeared first on The Art Blog by WOVENSOULS.COM.