In quick succession there was one thing after the other happening with Sanghya. There was an inner chaos he was experiencing and juggling with, the USB wasn’t working to transfer the data that Master had asked him to complete before the event and then the laptop had some memory and hard drive issues.
The display of phone had been broken, how many times- now he had forgotten the total count even. While washing the dishes, he was so loud today that everyone noticed the falling of glasses and plates, spoon and his bowl, though followed by his own laughter and chuckle joined by harmonious jubilation of others.
When he was trying to access the browser to set and ask for the connection, there was an excel sheet rolling over, showing its rows and columns in perfection, though beyond his touch and keypad control, he flabbergasted, at this unexpected meanderings.
The stage had to be set and he was given the complete charge of it. He was geared up-ready to meet the unknown and unseen.
He had visited the woods. The trail had to be cleaned for making the arrival path. The autumn had showered and made the leafy cushion thick. The arena and stage had to be centre staged here. He felt lying, looking at the clean sky and listening to chirping and twittering of bulbul and sparrows.
Even the night were alluring when he had found himself peaceful by the camp site in his tent relishing the meal with his friends. Watching the constellation, identifying the stars without telescope, gazing without blink at the moon was all absorbing for him. The dawn and the dusk, beyond the horizon as if sailing in the ocean, they looked to him. His inner turmoil had settled looking at the vastness of sky and unreachability of woods.
He had come in the woods because the setup had to change now for the event. The shovel resisted to clean the bed of leaves. He unable to mutilate the natural beauty of the woods.
Indecisive he sat-brooding over where to take his next move of shovel.
And then the words echoed …
“Love what you do and do what you love, you shall find the way and the way shall find you.”
He smiled, kept the shovel aside and started collecting the leaves, making birdies home.
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