Kuku klok

Fancies are transient. Wonder invariably is adulterated by reason. Period always pitches in and ridicules the moment into history. Yet, nurtured from my oldest memory I have managed to shelter an affinity. An affinity to cuckoo clocks.

I have related to it at several sane and insane moments… A living reminder of the hidden spirit that sustains every inanimate element…/A spark that invigorates the mind by flashing at once all the people whom we took for granted forgetting what it was that kept us going…/ A teasing, vain charmer that makes a brief appearance and retreats leaving behind the chill after a warm shower…/ A screened peek into the secluded world of solitude at its blissful, seemingly peaceful, strangely chaotic and mystical best…/ A precious lesson on speaking up and acting appropriately at the right time…/

And also ingrained in me for a lifetime that mountains could flow with grace, that fire could freeze, that sunflowers would look up in the night , that stings could bring a smile …..that I could dream wild …That cuckoos could be in red.

I realized its sheer vitality and hold over me when finally I saw it for the first time in my real world …a few days ago in a new atmosphere amidst people I was meeting for the first time…I was feeling a little strange and then the clock chirped one.

I looked up in Utter dis-belief …