The Law of attraction (Chp.1 — Knitted flowers)
14 Days After,
Knitted Flowers

It is the best time of the day. The fading sun lasers it final beams of translucent rays over the buildings, colouring it with shades of yellow, when the birds chirps and hover back to their nest surfing past the red to yellowish-orange tainted Sky. It’s the best time of the day when the overworked dusty air settles down, as though by the first blow of chill breeze after a sultry humid day.
Sai loves this time of the day since it’s when the transition of everything happens. From noise to calmness, from busy and rushing mundane pursuits to a momentary state of idleness, it’s just when the high spirited aspirations sink down, rejuvenating some while exhausting the vast majority. For a moment, the golden luminosity gives an ephemeral hopefor anybody that there is still a lot of time left in the day.
It’s been 15 minutes past the mutually agreed meeting time. His mobile binged.
‘Oye. Almost there… the cab is stuck in traffic. 5 more minutes, I’ll see you :) :)’
Sai replied instantly,
‘Oi. No hurry, come slow. I am just outside the temple at the end of the street’
Sai hates waiting for someone, and someone waiting for him. Yet, with friends and family and few special ones, he always holds exceptions for many of his ideologies, values and idiosyncrasies.
He was waiting outside the Vishnu(Hindu God) temple, biggest in the town and oldest by architecture and prominent with its myths and histories.
Sai locked his mobile, turned it on in ‘Silence’ mode.
He started observing people around him, a face looked familiar, an old man around his 60s was trying out a tune which is most familiar only to himself with his flute. He had a scarlet towel with navy blue embroidered Krishna spread out in the ground, there were few coins scattered and a single 10 rupee note. Sai never miss to see him every time he visits this temple, in fact, he loves his music to an extent that he surely tips him every single time. Most times, the old man flutes a song where the lyrics go like this,
‘There is no grievance — Lord of Wisdom
There is no grievance — Krishna
There is no grievance — Govinda’….
Just a few meters beside the flutist, a lady was knotting the jasmine flowers diligently for the past 15 minutes with an unwavering concentration. There was already enough pile of convoluted Jasmines for at least 50 women. It’s a normal day at the temple, not many people were visiting.
Sai thought, ‘What would be the shelf life of these flowers? Does she sell every knitted jasmine every day? ‘With what hope is she still knotting?
‘Hope’, he pondered, an emotion which permeates and lingers around these shrines and temples.
As much as he questioned the beliefs, the existence of God and life, he had a stronghold piousness and reverence for God, amid his cognitive scepticism.
‘As a father, his Son.’ Fitting to this quote, Sai’s belief in God transpired from his parents, especially his father. Sai’s father is a strong believer in God and astrology. In fact, he freaks out every time Sai ignites his bike for a ride, calling him every 1 hour to check his well being, to be precise, his existence. Yet, his father hopesin God and astrology to safeguard Sai.
Sai had learned to live with this kind of double thinking, worshipping God and performing rituals even though you question his existence and authenticity at the back of your mind. For the most part, Sai’s reasoning is driven by his emotions.
Just like how he accepted for this meeting now. On thatday, 2 weeks back, both of them parted ways with a belief that they would never meet together, at least for 3 months.
Sai has a bucket list of things to do. A project with a stringent timeline which he committed to boss last week, and most importantly his MBA admissions process. He has a hella lot of work to do. Sai’s weekends had been passing on with his GMAT exams and now his MBA admissions. He was scripting his Statement of purpose (SOP) from the morning. A document of lies and exaggeration wherein he had to exaggerate about his achievements and write about his future plans and career goals after studying, which he only hopes. Firstly, he is confused about whether MBA is what he wanted to pursue,
the confusion got amplified when the SOP he wrote didn’t convince himself.
The deadline is next day afternoon and he isn’t halfway through it. Not to mention, the SOP is for his most preferred college.
Sai was exhausted after sitting down and typing for 6 hours. He needed a break, a break which could refill his spirit for the upcoming busy and tiring days. He wanted to laugh again aloud without minding the crowd, Sai wanted to express his opinions and feelings without judgement, again. To feel comfortable with being himself, again. To gain a self-acceptance, Isn’t this feeling enough to make anyone happy?
Sai had a list of high priority things to do. It doesn’t matter though, for that list exists only in one’s own fickle mind. Nobody is ever busy. Everybody is ever at Leisure, for one always makes time for the thing his mind wants, jumbling the list even topsy-turvy, for a hope that it would give him the moment’s happiness.
Everyone always has an excess of knitted Jasmine with them. We hope that all our aromatic hopes would sell and satiate our earnings. Sai is emotionally intelligent though. His reason for being there is straight out of the heart and he wouldn’t be disappointed by his knitted hopes.
Just timely, the flutist played his favourite song, poignantly and mellifluously… Sai’s thoughts started to streamline just then, and his mobile vibrated…
Sai took his mobile out of his pocket, his teeth completed the smile his eyes began.
His 5.5-inch black mirror read,
Tarika….
~ Sati
Attraction will continue…
