I r
I emember I landed
to stay in New York on the very historically tragic day of the nation :: on 9th sep,2011. Right from the airport up to my building I
was ruminating the horror of that inauspicious day inside, while outside gazing
the ‘city with lights {that never goes off!}and the flowing noisy cars and crowds on the road;
Looking at the automated blue and crimson rays of light circulating over the
city from
WTC in memory of 9/11,I was thinking what was
that divine power to be able to forget that sad day so quickly! Did the circulating light penetrate to some
hearts? How much?...
AS I reached and entered my one room rented in high-rise building, my eyes caught the panoramic skyline view of New york
along with the river Hudson through the huge glass-window, better to say
glass-wall, which was just opposite to the entrance door.
“Wow!” Voice sounded
simply, automatically All these days uptill now I did not put any curtain to have the enchanting view throughout the day!
Then I rushed to the window and leaned towards road: The
line of lighted cars looked small as (big) ants ; and I was elated to think me
as if I were in the abode of heaven.
A-ha, Just then,
blue-crimson-light surged from the WTC bounced back touching from my
window-glass with a silent message,’
‘All that glitters is not gold!’
I could not sleep
well on that night because the room was not dark enough as there was no
window-curtain; Secondly because of the howling sound from the fire-trucks and
ambulance running frequently to the Roosevelt hospital which was in the same street of mine.
Every time I opened
my eyes startled by those horrible sounds I looked amazingly that the moon was
gazing at me, moving from corner to corner of the sky, from east
towards west.
Simply thrilling,
amazing!
So long I needed to raise my head upward to view
the moon and now the opposite! I relished
that sleepless night on my
moonlit -flooded bed ,blinking and playing with the moon romantically until it
said “adieu!”
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