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I am standing there on the threshold. The air is different. It’s lighter with a touch of lavender. The Ivory marble is glistening. It feels cool. It soothes me. In front of me, I see the beckoning white chair. I proceed. The cool dark mat smoothly soothes my feet, tickling me just a bit. The chair is eerie but welcoming. It has a large back but no arm support, which makes it strange for a throne. I sit.
The throne feels as if it’s a part of me. I feel close to the ground through its base. I rest my back and look around. A pond is next to me, empty. On the opposite side, there is a large mirror and a fountain oozing out of its base. The sound of trickling water reminds me of nature: it reminds me of the world I was born into.
I look down on the marble. The reddish veins on the marble etch out my people, my cavalry, my suzerainty. This enclosed place is my kingdom and being the king I have a special kind of control over this world, my world. Ensconced here on the throne, I cast a looming shadow on the marble, which reminds me of my responsibility, my responsibility to my own world, to my own self.
This throne is not only a portal to my future but also a gateway to my past and present. It is a gateway to my own self, my conscience, which I cannot access in the outside world. When I sit on it, it ascertains my liminal space, where only I make the choices, where only I make the decisions of my life. It enables me to think. The fact that makes this enfolded cosmos so special is that it pertains to no one else but me. This is my space. It’s a portal to my own world, my own self. And I respect it.
Whenever I feel low or sad, this is the place I like to be in. This enclosed space transcends me and dissolves all the facades that I put on to tackle the outside world. It brings out the naked me, without any exterior dimensions that I may wear in the external world. Here, the smile does not hide the tears; the clothes do not hide the bruises. Here, I am just the person who I am. And that is precisely what this portal enables me so to do.
I am a frequent this place. Sometimes twice or thrice in a day and often for solace, for privacy. And, perhaps, that is why I know every corner of this place and it knows me.
While I am just ‘sitting over the John’, the tub (pond) needs a filling. I don’t want to get up as I am enthroned.
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