The hesitant light in the cave was more than enough for us to see the Ojas, to approach him and to touch him. I still was holding Sita's hands like a child in the crowd. I was not sure whom I did not want to lose, her or myself? I fumbled my other into my pant pocket to slip out a piece of paper, scribbled in there was Sita's words.
"What is that for?", she approached to get the paper from me, I let her see it. She examined my face for a moment after releasing that it was her poem. She did not use a single word, I knew what she asked.
"It is proof that you are living diligently."
"What proof?", her eyebrows raised up.
"Yes, you have to show the Ojas something in which you put your heart to live diligently."
She wasn't convinced with using her poetry, "What if it doesn't work?", she folded the paper carefully.
"I know it will work. I know you love your works."
"Say, what happens then?"
"If he is satisfied, he can help us fight the Weed." I could feel her grip on my hand tightening. It showed how scared she was of getting hurt.
By the time we agreed to present the paper in front of Ojas, the sky started to drizzle. Although the Ojas was huge, he was a kid. Not being sure how to show him what we brought, we were stumbling here and there for a bit. Then Sita took the paper and placed it on his right hand he rested on his lap. What we saw next was something only we could feel. A very tender touch, it was not a physical contact but something spiritual.
It felt as if the heavyweight on our backs were lifted off in a mere second. We did not exchange our thoughts but there was a kind f communication between us. There are some days you do not know how to start explaining how you feel or you don't even know what you feel but the bulk of heavy feelings you carry weigh you down. On such days, you suddenly meet someone and their mood or their calm posture contaminates you and makes you feel light as a feather. That's what we were feeling when we were with the Ojas. Should I say that we found our inner peace that day?
A strong taste of bliss flushed throughout our bodies, taking back the piece of paper we offered with us, we departed from the place. When we teleport from one place to another, Sita decides on the destination usually, else as we did then, she lets me decide. On the way back to our place, we found something very strange. The path we took was visible to us, the wild motion of the space and constellations around us. Her face mirrored mine in astonishment, in mixed feelings.
I wanted to try calling her name in that space between the human and spiritual powers. I realised the time allowing us to have our little moment in there between the shining bright stars. We were floating in the middle of literally nowhere holding hands, facing each other like the bride and the groom at their wedding. Is it too much to say this? I found at that moment that I did not only want to look at her all-time, but I also wanted her to smile innocently when she looked at me. I liked being her happiness, I liked us being each other's happiness.
"Prakash!", it just amounted this much to make me feel contented. She read me in a snap and I was not even sure if I deserved this much happiness in a go. I remember not long ago, I tried convincing her that I was not a good person. I attempted to make her realise that she was not in love with me since I was not as good as she had imagined me in her mind. She was not wavered by those words, she was stubborn saying that it made her feelings towards me stronger.
"Ah! You belong here!", she exclaimed out loud. It would not be a lie if I said that it made me blush so hard.
"Ewww!!!"
"I know you like it!"