Pretty often ‘Lodhi’ figures in my posts. It’s not just because it’s my favourite evening haunt, affording the refuge from the humdrum and the hubbub. It’s much more. At this juncture of my life , It’s the loyalest companion I have. The moment I enter, I experience my loneliness metamorphosing into solitude, and sense into sensibility. Deeper in, it offers some such sight which sparkles my sensibility with imagination, triggering the gush of thoughts.
This evening, as a sprint left me panting, as is my wont, I got looking up above into the sky to accentuate my connect with the eternity, and, thus, heighten my joy, my eyes stayed upon the sight of a few boughs of a tree kissing the top of the tomb in my front- in the pic you can see it flanking over my head. Suddenly I felt struck with the thought that the two have come together to mock at me, whispering ‘you may be the finest creation of nature, but a few years down from here, while we would still be here, adorning this garden, you will be no more; mortality is your ultimate fate.’
It left me dyed with the bluest shade of melancholy. But yet again a counter- thought came to my rescue-‘Lodhi is my muse, has offered me many muses which have already found embodiment in my poetry and fictions which are going to outlive me for sure, and remain there with the tree and the tomb, why not highlight Lodhi garden in my literature.’ I returned smug, having replied the two- ‘while you two will continue adorning Lodhi garden which has many more adornments, the entire garden will continue adorning my literary garden.’
So here am I,celebrating the Lodhi with a vengeful vigour. Got myself clicked for this specific purpose.😊😊