DIWALI AAYEGI, KARODON DEEP JALENGE AUR BUJHENGE , LEKIN REKHA JAISI DEEP EK HI BAAR JALI THI AUR KABHI BUJHEGI NAHI. WAH REKHAJI, WAH ! By Ali Peter John

Every time I see the absolutely mesmerising, miraculous and mysterious Rekha, I feel as if I have been watching her long before all the gods and goddesses and angels and fairies were born and I was not even an idea or a speck of sand or the first dew drop or the first blessing of a mother or the first prayer of a saint sitting in a cave for millions of years - Ali Peter John

This woman ( is she really a woman ? ) has been haunting me ever since I must have seen her in one of those studios in a crazy city like Bombay and I was lucky or destined to know her and meet her and talk to her about some of her most favourite subjects including the subject on which I have not heard any human being talk, love and the man she has been loving since the beginning of time and who she is still madly in love with ...

And what I am and I am sure the whole world who knows her is endlessly baffled about is how she keeps growing more and more beautiful and more and more youthful with age, or call it time.

Last night, when I saw her driving me divinely mad on what I came to know was something called Instagram, I desperately called on God who she had once told me was her creator and asked him to give me some time as I had to just talk to him about how he had created his favourite human being who the world called Rekha ....

God ran his fingers through his long hair and had a drag at what looked like a weed ( why is everyone talking about weeds now when they were used by the Creator of the world ? ) and he began talking as if he had not talked for thousands of years .....

He took me to what looked like the bar I used to drink in called "Madhuban" and after ordering two goblets of wine told me the secret about how he created Rekha ....

He said he was tired of creating the same kind of human beings day in and day out and wanted to create an experiment and retired into his painting den with some of his secret tools and kit.

He was drunk when he told me that it took him three thousand years to decide on the form of the kind of woman he wanted to create in Rekha.

He said it took him a thousand years to design her tresses which he said would be the time no woman would be blessed with.

He was now sozzled and kept praising himself for creating the face of his favourite woman, her skin, her complexion, her lips, her cheeks and her two worlds that would see the whole world, her eyes and her two ears that would listen to every sound and whisper of every soul, body and mind.

He told me about how he had created her hands and fingers which would tell thousands and lakhs of stories with the mere movements and he told me about the lines ( rekhas) he had etched on the inside of her palms which he said would not be understood by human beings however much they tried.

And when God was fully drunk, he told me about the fire he had blessed her feet with and before God could go into a trance, he said, " I have been happy with all my creations, but creating Rekha was an experience even I as the creator of the universe can never repeat.

Rekha is Rekha is Rekha " God said and went off into his own world from where he comes back only when wants to have a darshan of his favourite creation, Rekha.