Friday, May 4, 2018

Sipra's Diary::NewYork ( Part-1)

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      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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