Vagrants in the wild

Kaalicharan earmarks the onset of summer by the pristine waters of River Kosi.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I’d be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
— If, Bread

Often this dog is enamoured with the concept of everything that’s bereft of an end; lines running in parallel or lives in stark contrast or infinity and other dangerous words from math. There, they say is a definite closure to all things wild and tamed, from the cycles of the season to the labyrinths of love.

Time leaps but vagrants remain enshrined — sometimes like footprints sealed in fossils and at others; resting like pebbles in the riverbed, once touched and forever waiting. Vagrants in the wild.

In that momentary reverie by the turquoise waters of Kosi river, I realised what I had come to.

What I lost and yet what was not lost in me.