After nature, heart fascinates man. It is a tale of

a young composer who left his home in search of

red-earth’s contour. He was on a far way journey

to the withering geography of Bengal, the land of Bauls,

to meet a Baulani, who sings and dances the way

rain breathes air.

Upon meeting

he saw a gust of wind blew her hair like poetry. Her sight

spelled a purity of wisdom, unspeakable. Her bare feet

moved in zeal. Her whole body emerged as one fine cadence

that made the moment caught. As she danced her ghungur

spelled the time immovable. Time was caught in mesmeric

no-time, and what he heard and what she sang remained

an unforgettable experience. His initial interest of understanding of

how a Baulani sings turned to him an external question.

Once the song was over, emotive-eyed Parbati Baul explained Baul

with sahajiya (an inimitable easiness and totality) as though she would give him

all she had. Her innateness had an affirmation of giving everything unhesitatingly

because sharing is loving and living. Baul is a way of living on love.

Baul, she explains, is the cry of heart that energies perpetual inwardness to drink

a pure life. He was so lured to her deep utterances, inflections and swings that

he wanted to be a co-traveller in her journey beyond the lure of time and worldly concerns

to feel the conjoining of body and soul and to get blended in devotion and wisdom.