Not from this world ,baba ,he murmured. How else the restlessness . Innocent heart , pure as a pool of dead. Such hearts are harbingers of restlessness. But despite the restlessness he never questioned the heart . A pure heart ,baba, need to be revered and not despised. Pure heart ..a rare commodity!!
And there she arrived ,as she always would , dressed in white , with shades of grey !!. Still, the grey ,alas!!,he murmured . Her arrival , though always unique, was always accompanied by brimming eyes and a rapidly beating heart. He would often wonder , how her very arrival, though transient and Janus-like would invite such a honest reaction from his heart. The heart would not just be an organ , he said , it must be alive with its own spirit. If only it had a mind as well!! What a futile effort it makes to yearn for completeness in transient moments. Transient moments and that too Janus-like!!.
The white figure , with shaded of grey , vanished and the spotted cover reappeared . It would take him a while to come to terms with the loss. The loss that had created a hole which became slightly wider and deeper with each meeting . If only she leaves her shades of grey , if only she is only white ..An aspiration ..but then aspire he could without constraints in the otherwise constrained life .. If only the she leaves her shades of grey , he murmured , and walked on....