A Peep in The Past

Today i am far from Kolkata.I am for the moment alone in a house in Bangalore...but living very much in2 bengali right now. Its well past midnight, around 2 at night. A very cool jeweled moon outside, a few days after the fullmoon. If you just stand on the balcony for a while you'll be drenched by the silvery moonbeam.I looked at her. There is a tree nearby stripped of her leaves.Throughout the bereft branches i can see the sillhoutte of the moon smiling at me.Silence prevails all around me except some sudden barks of street dogs and the monotonous sound of the whirling ceiling fan from a neighbour's house.Suddenly i sail through , a trip in a flash of a second.A different time ,a different place but the same myself.I can see again a smiling face.But this time not only smiling but smiling and talking.No tree branches but indignant hair falling over her face time and again.I stared at mute astonishment..My joyful eyes fell on the little , very little mole at the right corner and just below her lips.You need to look at it for sometime while she's smiling to appreciate it as you need to stare at the moon to find out her holes and caves. Something about her was so cool ,so fascinating like tonight.This night will be lost forever but similar nights might come to cast its magical spell on me.But she already cast on me that day ...it was not a everlong session, a few brief moments of fascination but to cherish all along , still eternally placed in the heart and in some silvery night it comes up from the bottom crossing all the loads of memories and again lost into oblivion.She is lost.Lets come back to where i am.Its better this way...because if i keep on peeping i will soon start to dreamwalking back again and will be lost in the mesmerizing smile.But at the end all I would feel is nothingness...So let me come back and wind it up for today.