I have lived through many days and slept through many nights; I have witnessed a million moments and experienced a billion hues and all the shades of blacks and whites.
Nothing, I repeat, ‘Nothing’ has ever come close to those few moments I spent with you, watching the monsoon rain flood the streets of that small town surrounded by mighty mountains and covered with dark and threatening, yet calm and soothing clouds.
Those days weren’t a part of this same life.
Even if I were to lose my memory, I am pretty confident that I will never lose the memory of those days.
Those moments are etched on my hippocampus so deep that even if I try, I won’t lose them. Or maybe, they are etched on a different brain, that is mine but not the one that is.
All those days were like a break in the space-time continuum. Maybe, those were the only days in my reality that I spent in a place where time was what it is supposed to be; An Illusion.
On all those calming days and the foggy mystical nights, in a moment it seemed as if no time had passed at all. The next moment, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
Being with you, watching the wonders of nature; I felt like we were together for just a few seconds. The moment you walked out, it seemed like hours had passed by.
All those illusions of time took over my reality. I experienced it all.
The best part is, when it actually happened, I felt like it was just a few minutes; a handful of moments. Now, after years, when I go down the memory lane, I strangely happen to recollect ‘days’ of that mystical experience.
Those weren’t just moments that I lived. I lived days in every moment. I lived lifetimes in a day. And a day, seemed like a moment.
P.S. So mystical and uncertain was that “Love In The Mountains”.