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I remember my surprise when I heard it first

In this world-wide web of virtual, elusive reality.

Undoubtedly, that voice existed

Like the wind whose origin was out of my range;

And yet it held out a fragrance to me, all its own.

Soon I was at the receiving end, listening and storing it deep in me.

I was that boy whom I watched from my apartment-window, unseen and unknown to him,as he toiled on,

Fruitlessly engaged in a trivial task,

Drowned too deep for a breath of life.

I was a distance of a few yards away from him

And yet my voice did not reach him to change his world

And this voice which I heard was a full ocean away,

But it found me and reached me across the sky.

The voice I heard was a mythical being with no face

But his presence pervaded all

And though he was a mystery unmatched,

He spoke with a clarity that could see through all.

His insight had the Germanic precision;

His vision had the Russian ambiance;

And his ability to balance all scales

Had the Swedish resilience.

He could straddle across the two cultures with ease-

The culture of the materialist West

And the ascetic quest of the East.

I heard him with rapt attention.

For the first time some being made me feel

The density of language and utterance

And the ethereal feel of their poetry.                                  

To be contd