Some Things Are Always Burning: Aditi Singh

I stood once on a hill staring at an opposite hill that had thrust its face into mine. I gazed at it until dropping my eyes I saw with astonishment between me and it, a lake that I knew perfectly well was there. But it couldn’t be. There wasn’t room. I looked up again at the rocks shouldering forward, I could have leaned over and touched it. And when I looked down, the water was still there, it's serene depths - a well of blue, like music swirling inside my head.