I always love to look back, had a sudden urge. I switch on my ipad and images popped_up which i stacked up in gallery, i was swiping one by one. Every pictures was narrating me a story, i had a swing off expression on my face to individual moment which i seized into the lens. The picture of santa cruz basilica just got me for awhile, i was gazing at the view. God, how come i feel the same emotion which i had when first stepped into in! That was a long months ago, i decided to travel by alone inorder to find my path and one evening i rented a bike roamed kochi as a country girl singing "It's gonna be forever in here" as my gear set to the places, fell in love with every street i trespassed. The salty_air & mix of ocean smell captivated me & i never guessed, the gothic style architecture gonna fascinate me beyond. I was not in the sense whether to check i locked my bike. There it was, Basílica Catedral da Santa Cruz rooted to the ground, standing steady, i was guled by the view! A very deep silence waved me inside which i never encounter before. People were left after their evening mass and only few human heads were enjoying with the creator. So i thanked him silently, no one possibly would had noticed my odd behaviour. I sat infront of the cathedral and capturing it through mind's eye to it the deep. I walked slowly as snail, went inside to disolve into his presence, not to my surprise the artistic grandeur was treat to my eyes, sat on the wooden bench & was looking straight into his eyes. I whispered, You brought me here on purpose! Tell me. Whatever the lessons you're stocked up for me, i ll be the learner for life time, Gratitude to you for making me to witness something which is beyond wordly expression. I was in happy tears after good long period, whether it because of purest emotion or his presence i do no, couldn't figure it out. I came out, it was dark unusually and i looked above, the sky has its own plan to bewitch me. (You can witness the same in my picture) An intoxicated clouds swamped me & i took utmost refugee in it. With the fullest, i walked towatds my bike, a man just came to me and handed a piece of paper. I opened it, a nice cursive words were imprinted on it in black ink: "My words come from an upright heart; my lips sincerely speak what i know. The spirit of god has made me; the breath of the almighty gives me life." - JOB 33:3-4. I moved my index finger on to those lines and looked up to thank the stranger but he walked far and waved @ me. I made to the way with a strong message: True wisdom gives the only possible answer at any given moment. That was one surreal moment i will hold for infinity. Even today, i couldn't remember how long i sat there, perhaps maybe an hour or two. Let that be mysterious in it's own way!
