The time I heard those anklets tinkle ..
1804 - Morning we saw the exuberance of the sun and nights the calmness of the full moon for there was no electricity in my world then, to disturb the intensity of the moon's illuminance. I lived alone in a 5 sqmtr. shoddy house ,in my imaginative world , my art world on the look out for a new beauty to catch my attention .For then I would write flowing lines of poetry ,paint with such sensitiveness that I never knew resided in me . From morning to night I would sit watching through my window staring into emptiness and when a whiff of air made the curtains caress my face I almost surrendered to defeat. But that night was special for it was heavily raining and there was a strange luminous effect which made my windows appear foggy. There was some kind of chaos in my mind or maybe it was in my heart.I felt restless. And then for the first time I heard her anklets tinkle ... So melodious that I wanted to keep hearing it forever ,I could not see her ,only her silhouette