Unspoken words write themselves down on the smile on your face.
A step on the soil turns into a memory in the heart. A gentle stroke of the wind takes away the heaviness you had carried for long. The sun, even though of the same sky looks different, and so does everything else. Breaking the walls stifled by the fumes of burning clocks and deafening tick-tick of the time, you stuff your bag with hopes of finding a part of you in a place that awaits you and leaving behind another as a souvenir, when you only know it like a tune you heard from a distance.
LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS FREE
You go from one place to another to free yourself from wearisome schedules and reasons to not hear the calling, stepping out from the confinements, which exist only until you realize that there weren’t any. Photo taken at Elephanta Caves, Maharashtra, India When I packed my bag and headed for a journey, to a place unknown, by destiny undecided, with the flow, that turned all roads and each step into an adventure, one that I am going to live till the end, one that adds meaning to the script of life I have been writing for a long time now. He closed his diary and I closed the window. The sound of quiet was broken by his “damn.” The raindrops that fell on the page were slowly merging into the warmth of his words. While a few on the leaves got pinned, the rest glided themselves down. My eyes could no longer trace raindrops falling on the window pane. Raindrops fell on the muddy ground, on leaves of the plant kept near the window, and a few tiny drops fell on the page of his diary. The rain had started to pour down few seconds later.
A few raindrops fell on the window pane, to gently meander. I closed the book I was holding, and looked at his thoughts wandering around the corners of a page. Clouds were moving, some near to each other, some far away. The curtains were blowing by the wind outside. He sat adjacent to me, picked up his diary lying on the table, and pulled out the pen tucked in my hair bun. The light in the room was dim before he entered and drew the curtains.
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