Tapassya

An invisible presence approached him. He could feel it but thought it would just be a rendition of his psy trip, his indulgence.  The invisible held his hand, literally the irresistible invisible took him along and He willingly went with it, for never to be back again.

He lived for forever in the lap of the grace of that invisible entity. In the jungles He could hear her songs, he could smell her presence, the warmth of her breath, the surge of motherly compassion in her touch. The extraordinary invisible…his friend, his love, his mother, his child…Tapassya.

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26 April 2017, Wednesday