Hiisssss, Koi Hai

Long, shiny, mysterious,dangerous, five years ago, she first kissed the sands of Yelahanka, the land of air birds and lakes. For all the terrror that she sent across my spine, I loved standing behind the wall to watch her crawl, glide,fly and slide. Elegance was no more a word in dictionary for me. She was elegance.

Every evening, when I closed my eyes, her shrill hiss completed my world. Was it sheer fright,an eagerness for it to encore.Reasons nonetheless, I started longing for the sound. The same sound which still haunts me, to this date. It isnt a hissing sound any longer. Like a river, which changes form, colour,size and sound, the metamporhisis of hiss was much more enchanting and confusing. It was sweet melody. It was nectar to the ears. And at times, poison to the heart. Now, I have lost words. Yet, I know it's her. Probably, I do not hear it any longer. I can only feel it within my heart. Yet, it's as loud and clear as I heard it so many summers ago.

Yet, she was but another animal.Then why her? The dark emotions which she carried with elan. The jealousy,envy,competition,blood and lust is what made her more interesting than others. Magic looked real. The world looks dumber,when it shares frame with her. And trust me, India is not a land of snakes. But, a land of snake charmers.

Illadvised, I too tried becoming one. My tunes, she never heard. Her hisses, I always heard. Yet, if there is anything in this world which it makes it the lovely place it is, is the sense of challenge, the extra-ordinary gut when you know you are doing the impossible,yet the reward for what if I really won? Helping us get up every day. Does my words make you feel I was trying to pet a snake?

No, a snake is wild and therin,lies its beauty. She was an obsession. A muse for my poetry, a subject of my creativity and object to pour my love on. For a real snake charmer, it really does not mind if the world is amused or otherwise. That is the world you know. In his world is a small snake. Terrified not by her,but only by the thought of losing her.

And it is not the bites that a snake charmer would care. The snake poison is now blood. It is not the thought of someone stealing away the snake. Yet, there is a day which is tough to digest.

No, it was not the hissing back, or the fatal bite. But when she decided to finally show the tail side to me. For once, the grace in her locomotion was missing.Silently, when she slid back to where she came from. For all my thoughts on me being a charmer, I was in a trance.

The trance might be broken. Yet she is the hottest cold blooded animal I have ever seen. I call her X.