FROM INSIDE THE GLASSHOUSE

THE TAIL END

https://www.facebook.com/notes/lipi-sanyal/the-tail-end/438481046210447
[* The link pasted above is a Facebook note written by one of my lady - friends here, which I had come across months back. Here I write a Post Script to it.]

Going through this memoir made me an audience watching a ballet.

Following the lines with a mind engaged with intensely eager graphics, I notice movements, of human eyes, eyebrows, jaws, lips....

I follow them, eyes and brows and lips -  a ruefully oft-ignored set of 'entities', an exclusive club of members abused by blunt neglect, despite being loyal to their master (or mistress) - a club so intricately wrapped around our 24 hour long day, as we live, breathe and go out there to have a go at the world outside, to embrace or to take life on head on.

I notice the Prima Ballerina too, as she
pirouettes around like a nimble dancer and takes a plunge into a dramatic sequence under the gaze of none-too-impressed ballerinas.

The protagonist pair of the script, the Gold Framed Pair, skirts around too,
along with the rest of its lot and becomes the chosen one. It sends its mistress on a delightful flight which almost reaches to feel the Ninth Heaven. And I ask myself : "Have I witnessed such brilliant choreography ever before?"

The next few and fleeting moments seem to be frozen in vacuum, Time the old gypsy man suspended in ether. Then the last flight unfolds in frozen frames at the onset of the climactic crescendo.

I see that the last flight is sadly bereft of all Grace and finely tuned Finesse of the nimble-footed that could have reached heavenly heights. Rapid thoughts interact in a momentary
tent-et-tent, keeping the Royal Couple right in the centre of human attention which, true to its own nature, moves in a never-ending circle.

The jury delivers at last. Human Judgment casts down with a Curse, the pair of Gold Rimmed Glasses with brute impunity from the heavens. And the last flight, stripped of all respect and glory (that is oh so transient in the human mind), takes along with it the golden treasure which crash into terrestrial terrains to break in to pieces. And with that, my heart breaks too.

But of course in our insensitive world, man is never short of replacements, is he?