Ajanta

Miss Ajanta Das was no stunner, yet you couldn't make the mistake of ignoring her as she walked by. In conventional terms you would even dare address her as the girl next door. Her hair straightened in accordance with the recent Bollywood trends, a slight hint of touch up heightened by the fragrance of morning mist. Her lips full and glossy pink without a hint of artificial gloss on it. And if you happen to have the audacity to enquire about her sensuous lips, she would politely let you know that it is the saliva that does the trick. Nothing more. Her walk is that of a person who is not confident of what lay ahead on the road, often gyrating on her toes,blessed by a centrifugal force which acts mysteriously upon her. However her head remains perfectly aligned to her torso all the while. She would lift her head high as she walked, with her eyes set on the horizon, appearing never too high looking straight at the sky or never too down as to appear having a toe fetish. She was fair and remained so until her death. Born to rich, powerful parents, she was always  humble enough to apologize for any stupidities she did. However those stupidities were as rare as sighting a tiger in the wild. her name had nothing to do with the Ajanta caves located in Maharashtra. In fact no one in her entire family had ever been there. She was the only child of Ajay and Anita Das. And they felt a divine obligation to name their only child Ajanta, the letters derived from their own name.
this very first instant itself indicated how madly they loved their offspring. She was their Darling. The crowned  jewel in their eyes. The person destined to make their name immortal in the society. They both were distinguished civil servants of the Government of India, honoured with many facilities that their lovely daughter would benefit so richly from.

Everybody in the university premise knew her. She was famous for she was a distinguished student, a faithful friend, a genuinely nice person to get along with, neither to shy nor a blabber. And under adverse situations, she always knew the middle path of peaceful negotiations. You know, most of us did not believe she would ever fall in love. Her aura was divinely revered that to imagine her with any coarse mortal was a sin. She was a princess . Yet she did fall in love, but not with any prince...

But this is not the biography of Ajanta Das,
It is about the energy that brings two most unlikely person into each other's arms and is responsible for the human species to survive and continue to grow. It is about the energy that surrounds us, engulfs us and consumes us day after day until the day we release our soul from the mortal sins. It is about the energy that is capable of with standing the brutal axe of time. It is something over which many epic battles have been fought and will continue to do so. It is the same energy that makes an introvert guy like me sit till the middle of the night and write with passion for all you beautiful people to read.
and mysteriously I believe this energy is slowly diminishing from our life and if not for certain heroic individuals who glorify and preserve this energy, it would have been completely lost along with many other species, devoid of it.