It was as though I had come a long way from what
I called civilization, its funny how
everything in life is relative, words, thoughts etc. I just realized everything
I know, things to be are all just relative.
Seated at the window seat on a bus bound home, I
stared in awe outside the window, with my heart leaping with joy for the beauty
my eyes beheld. A new found love to the place I was born birthed in me. I had
quiet forgotten how beautiful this place was, I guess I was too involved with
hustle and bustle of life I forgot for a very long time in life to stare, to
stare at the beauty which this place offered.
The trees looked like they had been here forever,
grandfather trees is what I would call
them, so tall that they block the heavy rays of the sun and all that could be
seen and felt was the subtle warming rays, there was so much green,
so much soothing balm to the eyes as well as any heart bruised by the pain and
hurts of the city.
The water just flowed next to them, it was
neither a river or a lake, it couldn't be called a brook either, the name was
too sophisticated. It was just soothing balm flowing through a land
which needed none, colorless but sparkling and flowing to a land that might
need them, for them who would need the elixir of life. I saw the fields in a
distance, like most poets say the paddy they were swaying in the gentle breeze
of the morning. They swayed centuries ago, still swaying and will always sway
to the rhythm of the wind. All that my mind could comprehend was those
effortless, carefree days of my childhood when green was all I knew, beauty was
all that I saw, tender warmth and affection was all I felt, when life was not a
dread of routine but of enjoying the simple pleasures of life, of being with
two faces who manifested love in my life. Wherever they are or whatever they
are doing somehow I felt they were happy when my heart leapt at the sight of
beauty and they realized that the time we spent together could be never lost.
The sight of houses marveled by imagination,
they were neither villas or bungalows but they possessed a radiance even though
just bricks something I had not seen in ages, I saw neatly washed clothes out
to dry, life not that bashful but softness wrapped around. I just couldn't get my
mind to understand how did I miss all this.
Out the window I saw a lone hill in the distance,
the hill as such not visible because they were covered with trees and boulders, reminding one the majesty this land possessed. I felt the hill
like giants, who midgets hide under their shadow, this
hill somehow hid rather a lot of us from blazing heat so that it was just
enough to enjoy the soothing shadow.
From the land of malls, all I found here were a small room with the bare necessities and
strangely it puzzled me how did anyone could survive without variety in life, but the
strangest fact was people do survive, I did but then it wasn't survival it was the celebration
of life and contentment
