Trickling, dribbling
And drizzling sound,
The water made,
As it dripped down
From my face,
Cleansing my
Sleepiness.
A new dawn
From the day's don
Fondled my eyes.
After washing my face,
As I dropped back
The cup to the pail,
Water splashed
To my bare feet,
And ooooh!
What a chill!
And, the fresh
Indian mountain breeze
Which blew
Made me feel chiller.

The Sun had
Just risen.
But, the village
Was already awake.

The rumble of
The church-bell
Resonated in
My sound left ear.
The church is
Somewhere afar:
Said the feeble growl.
I surveyed around,
But the dew's sheen
Blocked me from
Spotting the church.

From my left,
Neared me a granny.
Wrapped her waist,
A skirt older than her.
And clad her chest,
A twin red blouse.
And, a white towel long,
Ran across.
'A new face,'
Remarked she.
'What brings you here, sonny?'

'Nothing.
Just a wanderer,'
Said I.

'But you don't seem so.'

I replied my silence
And a Hawk's stare.

'I feel like,'
Her quivering sound,
'Something brought
You here. Something.'

I slightly shook
My head in objection.

'I sense it, dear.
Maybe, you
Are not aware.
A force did
Bring you here.
Staunch as this
Rising Sun.'

My eyes moped around
With another Hawk's stare.

'You look hawk-eyed.'

'Then, I am.'

'You have no aim
Coming here?'

'Experience.
Exploration.'

'Have a better aim.'

'What do you mean?'

'There's an abode here:
David's Abode.

'And an abbey too:
Qualette Sisters' Abbey;
Not purely Christian.'
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