Encounters with an Apsara

 

She lands atop the Western Ghats reveling in their vastness, eyeing the river beneath relishing her newly acquired physical avatar in her wild mustard grandeur. “How this river ebbs and flows saturating the valley with its natural elegance” she contemplates. 

Meanwhile a wanderer chances upon this ravishing rhetorical beauty, he is instantly smitten. “What an uncommon sight to see a princess all by herself by this Shiva temple, she must be an Apsara” he thinks.

 

Her beauty bathes him in magical light, as he finds himself at her feet in the humble worship of her enchantment. She cringes in pleasure upon his touch, her awkward hand revealing the effect of this admiration on her transcendental being. Unable to maintain the calm demeanor that physical beings master, the clouds beckon with tropical thunder and this celestial nymph is soon distracted as  charismatic mist surpasses the moment.

She is after all a free element of the volatile whole.  Suddenly her bare feet accelerated by the slippery moss ejects her into the very oblivion that made her. Her mogra scented hair leaves the lovelorn wanderer reminiscent of the extravagance of her enigma. She slips away no sooner than she appears and he remains lost merely dreaming of the prior moment. 

Hours go by, still tantalized by her enrapture, he goes to the gomukh to find refuge in the very water in which her existence flows. 
In this way at least he will be able to feel her touch again.

(Apsara :Goddess of Clouds and Water)