He caught another echo, he held it in light, observed it only to realize that it was his own thoughts. The moonlight sonata would have ended in another 2 mins and 4 seconds, a sense of urgency gripped him. He silently took a challenge to write something before it ends. It was like reading Harry Potter novels , when he got them a day before he was to catch train back to hilly adobes, all he could see was 14-15 hours in hand and … (hah… trickster did a stealthy rewind, buys him another 4 minutes or so)…and all he could concentrate on finishing the book, even if it was reading with lamp inside the quilt. From his view point it looked like that shorter chap was hanging onto the other guy’s shoulders. As he moved a bit ahead he realised that they were atop a pony or was it a horse? Rather the shorter chap was astride the horse and elder one was standing beside him. Both of them had a frail look, tired eyes which reflected their tired soul and the lines on their face had seen better, younger days. The horse was white or more of a pale white, and they had painted skin around his eyes as pink. His eyes made eye contact with theirs and boom the older chap was looking into infinity… as if no space …no world existed between him and infinity. It looked liked teary eyed but then it wasn’t tears. The elder pressed his partners hand gently below the elbow, signalling that it was time to move. It was then he realised that both of them were blind, and horse was their guiding ally. He quickly took a note to find a doc for them.
The only joyous thing in the whole scene was horse, the white horse, the white horse with his white mane, the white horse with white mane having funny pink color painted around his eyes. His eyes were pure happiness !! He was stuck with the stark juxtaposition of man vs animal … of happiness vs melancholy…
And yet he remembered
Psalm 33:17 A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save.
Probably the religious essence was in 33:18- 33:22.
New International Version (NIV)
18 But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
19 to deliver them from death
and keep them alive in famine.
20 We wait in hope for the Lord;
he is our help and our shield.
21 In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.
22 May your unfailing love be with us, Lord,
even as we put our hope in you.