This made me want to write:
With her head drooped low and hands folded at her chest, she walked with a slight glide in her stride, along the red, traditionally-Indian carpet running straight down the middle of the corridors. People were seated on both sides, but not one head turned to double-take who had just walked in. They were focused in a collective manner, immersed in a deeper self beyond their physical bodies. Her eyes were concentrating on the moving ground below her feet as her steps became a little more steadfast, underlined by a sense of desperation and longing to join the rest in the realm they were in.
Thoughts, numerous thoughts. Bigger thoughts branching into smaller thoughts with further leaves of thoughts joined by leaflets of thoughts. They filled her mind like huge gusts of wind blowing in on deserted land from every direction.
“Why? Why now? Why after so long?”, her mind questioned her over and over again.
With every step, she was getting closer and closer to the Light that awaited her at the end of the carpeted pathway. And with every step, she could feel her hands clamming up in their fold, sweat trickling down her forehead, her cheeks starting to turn scarlet, and her eyes moistening with tears.
The walk that seemed like an eternity came to an end when she felt the texture under her feet change from the soft rug to cold, bare tile. She sensed a light, so inherently bright, fill the space around her. But she didn’t look up. Instead, she closed her eyes tightly shut in fear of what consequences she were to face.
The King of all Kings sat a few inches away from her, adorned in blue robes from head to toe, on a golden throne embellished with diamonds, rubies, gems, and garlands of flowers of every color. And beside Him on his right side was a silver platter containing small dishes of lentils, rice, cooked vegetables, yogurt, rice pudding, and 2 bread chapattis on the side, with a tall, bronze glass of ice cold water.
The delicacies of this platter were untouched however. For He had been anxiously awaiting someone all morning, someone whom without He refused to continue his daily routines.
“Aa geya tu puthar?” He asked, with His eyes glimmering like crystals and His facial expression transfixing into a comforting smile. His gentle tone cradled His words like a cushion giving support to an infant.
Upon hearing these words, His long lost daughter felt the ground beneath her evaporate into vapor particles. As her gaze still remained lowered unto His Feet, energy drained out of her limbs making her feel like an empty faucet. A moment of silence ensued. Then slowly, carefully, she lifted her head up and opened her tear-filled eyes. The moment her eyes met His, a cooling breeze was triggered, and whisked through her every pore, sweeping out the mounds of tension and emotion that had built up inside of her for so long.
With her cheeks burning red and a shying smile of relief beginning to surface, she replied, “Hanji Pithaa Jee, mai aa geyaa.”