I don’t know how it all happened and I would never know how it would come to an end? All I now know is that I would have a green Khirqah (robe) and a saffron Stola covering me. There would be vermillion embossed between the parting of my hair and there would be garland around my neck. There would be anklets around my ankles and bangles around my wrist. The blood within me would be rushing out in your name and my eyes would be seeking your face. There would be loud blows of shehnai and battering of dhol. I would be swirling around, like the moon around the earth, in ecstasy while in my heart I would be chanting your name.There would be nothing unless it's you and then there would be you and me worshiping you. It would be your name that would be my fame. It's unorthodox, Wrong, Frowned upon but why doesn't it feel like it. Why does it feel right? Euphoric? Mystic?