A heavy stomach, a sleepless night spent over submissions leaves you exhausted.
No wonder as soon as I caught a seat on the bus, along with my friends, I drifted
into sleep. But the travellers and conductor pushing and poking with their bags
each time they passed along the aisle left me with an irritable sleep.
I know travelling is about feeling – feeling the journey, the roads, the trees, the
architecture, the environment around you but I think it had to wait till I got
refreshed. As the dusk began to dawn upon the place I opened my eyes to savour
the beauty, earphones plugged in my ears, soothing music provided a perfect
background. As the outside got dark the bus got lit up. I loved what I saw through
the moving window, the building lit, colourful red yellow and green blinking
lights as if they are getting ready for a marriage, the welcoming dhabas on the
other side with flashy lights. I have travelled through Kerala roads at night, a
monotonous yellow light lighted them all up; this was something different here
in North, roadside lit up with colours excited me. I felt the roads, the chilled
wind that touched my skin; I was excited for this road was new to me and also
the destination.
As the bus moved forward I felt as if we were going through a dark tunnel with a
beckoning light at its end and after a few minutes we again encountered the
colourful bride. Journey always brought back memories to me, the memories of
the dear ones, the sweet and the bitter, staring in the dark I speculated over my
future based on my past as if I were some fortune‐teller. It trilled me, fascinated
me.
The bus took a break for dinner so along with it my chain of thoughts. Enjoyed a
hearty dinner with the other nine and savoured a hot tea to refresh. Got back to
into the bus refreshed to continue my thoughts and dreams until I reached the
holy city of Haridwar.
Journeys always make memories but also remind me of my past and speculate
over my future, it tingles and excites me it make me complete.
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