It’s that time of the day…
A time when reality blurs and consciousness blends with memory…
The balcony doors are slightly open, letting in a cool breeze from the vortex of darkness that threatens to seep into the brightly lit hall, that I am sitting in.
I am sitting here without a thought to chew or ponder, an oddly uncomfortable peace. A state of existence that is frighteningly alien and so different from the usual anxiety, and hustle that has been the norm for all these years.
Staring out into the darkness, I hear an old melancholic tune pouring in through the open door, from somewhere out in the darkness…
The tune picks me up in its arms and carries me into the darkness outside, as the foundations of my consciousness break…
I drift off…
Into a place where time and space, has no meaning…
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“….Where are we going”, He asked her through clattering teeth, clutching his bag close. Winter had well and truly arrived in the hills, and he was not used to these climes.
“Up… We are going up…” She whispered, as he noticed the mist blow out as she spoke.
“I am going to freeze…” He whispered back, pulling down his Monkey Cap over his face.
“I told you to wear three layers…” She said with concern, turning around towards him and wrapped one hand around his waist.
“Just an hour more, we will reach the top.” She whispered into his ear, resting her head on his shoulders, coming closer to him than they had ever been before.
As he sat there, eyes closed, with her at his side, the chilly wind blowing in through the holes of the rickety state transport bus, no longer had an effect on him.
A certain warmth spread out from inside of him now, warding out the chill that had threatened to overwhelm.
In peace, for the first time since they started the journey from the foothills, he sat there in the glum darkness, oblivious to the surroundings.
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“Last Stop… Last Stop…” a voice shouted from somewhere…
Pushing the Monkey Cap up from his eyes, he rubbed it open. She was still lying on his shoulder, fast asleep.
The bus had stopped and everyone was hustling out.
They had arrived….
To be continued….
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Someday soon… A promise I make to myself, every time for the last two years now…
2020… I wish you help me fulfil my promise to myself…
And for now… It is time to switch off and drift to the netherworld…
My Discovery of India 