There lying on the rock she witnessed the spectacle created by the clouds. Her back was on the solid ground as she looked at troves of liquid droplets suspended mid-air. She was aware of her grounding as the uneven rock rubbed against her back but the clouds seemed to give her wings to fly.
Instinctively her hand rose to fly upto them but soon she realised they were too far away. She wasn’t one to be deterred. She didn’t feel they were out of reach. “How else could she be with them?”, she pondered!
She could give a performance with them as the backdrop! She continued to lay on her back, enjoying the strong connect with the Earth. Soon, there began the performance. As the cicadas played endless notes and created symphony with the birds in the forest, her hand began dancing and flowing midair. The fingers twirled and curled. They twisted and turned and so did the entire hand; it was flowing in the rhythm of nature. The fingers curled around the cool breeze, held it, played with it and then let it go… As she lay immersed in the moment, oblivious of the peacocks, the graceful birds danced in the backdrop. Her hand continued to twirl and glide matching to the tune of the orchestra in the wilderness and the clouds scattered and gathered to her command. Together, they created music and danced to celebrate the new dawn.
The 'indulgent'...bystander 