Kindling Kalidasa

Last night I read Rthusamhara, Kalidasa's debut work. Recharged with Rithusamhara I regained my vista of visual senses. Verses with smell, sweet, love, pain, seasonal longings, despair, death that's what I felt with Kalidasa. Rain poured...love kindled. When I read the lines, lust of hidden energy sparked through my vains. Myraid hues of Indianness gave me the feeling of travelling through the ancient Indian Cities. Like the feeling of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, I fell in love with Ujjayani. I fell love with dancing devadasis, dancing peacocks, fruit bearing Indian trees, street shops. Oh God in my yearly years of youth I spend reading rubbish like existentialism. Oh kalidasa my immortal poet! You regained me from the depth of ignorance. Thanks dear poet.