Yesterday I got wet in the sudden torrent that poured upon me as if some naughty child was standing above the cloud, hiding with a bucket full of water and pouring it on those he liked to see wet. I say this because when I looked up at the sky, I could see only an umbrella shaped cloud right above us with clear sky beyond. You know that feeling when you feel the moon stalking you everywhere you went? The same was with the cloud. It went wherever I went and seemed to relish following me, winking with brief flashes of sunlight. I clutched my bag and hoped that all the people who were staring at me from the shelters of shops and homes as if I was a strange Venusian come down to earth, would not see through my joyous intention of getting wet and trying not to become a see-through. A mother who came out to show her child the rain, looked at me walking leisurely in heavy rain and went inside with disbelief. I wished for tears so that at least once I could cry without being afraid of others seeing me, but did not succeed because all sorrows seemed silly in rain and I just wanted to enjoy.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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