But then, there are things like Bilaskhani Todi, which slow everything down. Time simmers away slowly, gently...like a waft of the early morning breeze caressing your face..Like the lingering scent of petrichor emanating after the first rains which refuses to wane. The senses numbed and dead from the daily struggle awaken- refreshed and receptive. Imperceptible nuances suddenly feel enlarged, expand and become distinct. A sense of relief spreads all over. Hope. Joy. Happiness from within...as a tear rolls down the cheek. Muddled thoughts suddenly seem to clear up, throwing off the layers and layers of muck its enveloped in accumulated since time immemorial. It feels that there is just that much more time to do everything- it is as if time itself has slowed down almost to the point of a standstill...or does it?
The strings of the sitar of Panditji slowly build up the tempo.
A state of nothingness yet completeness is reached. Its a good riddance to any want. All desires seem fulfilled. Oneness, wholeness engulfs.
Life is not ushered in a newborn unless its umbilical cord is cut. Rejuvenation it feels is not ushered into a reborn unless the mental chords are cut. But this rebirth seems so far away from being a being in conventional sense. The strings holding back our mind are definitely broken by now. There is nothing stopping you from becoming one with the One.
In the background, Panditji increases the tempo even more, urging you forward- almost coaxing. The end is near. Its now perceptible. You stretch out your arm to grab hold of it. A flash of light. A radiating brilliance shimmering away whose warm glow now engulfs you. You try to find its source- but you find nothing. Is it this nothing that I seek? Yet this nothing seems to offer everything. Within. At last, fulfillment.
Panditji has stopped strumming now. The audience stays quite for a second then raises and proceeds to give him a standing ovation. The claps suddenly bring you back to your senses. But you simply cannot react. The emotions have dissolved by now. Your eyes feel wet with tears- but your smile knows no bounds.
Bilaskhani Todi, how can we ever thank you for transporting us to this nothingness and back?