Shifting the gear, delicately placing your feet on the accelerator, speeding the car steadily into a long quiet drive, with your favourite music quivering the speakers into endless roads makes a perfect getaway. To be all by yourself. You sing so out of tune imitating the song that is by now rewound for the nth time. With every place that passes by, every tree that is left behind, stray people who have walked past look tiny from the rear-view mirror, your thoughts pass in a string. Left behind. New ones taking on. Leaving behind each that comes and goes. The steady drive on clear roads lead you into the clouds. You leave the large patches of cloud behind and drive into a cloudless sky, trying to catch up to the point where the tar road meets the sky. It’s as mirage.
Life is a long drive.
You try to leave the dark clouds behind. The dark ones come after you. Then they swell open to a downpour. The smell of the earth is nectar. The earth breathes softly the earthy fragrance. You stop for a while. To listen to the earth breathe. To smell the earth. The dark clouds don’t matter. The rain does not matter too. You put your head outside the rolled-down window. You park the car to the side, with the hazard light peeping.
I love the rain. I love the smell of earth. I step out holding my hands to cup the little blobs of water that lazily sets into a downpour. My hair is ruffled by the wind. I lean on my red car. I call her Dhanu Rani . She is my companion through the solitary drives I have become so used to. I lean delicately, as the rain now steadily pours the darkness of the clouds. I look up to the sky, and allow the rain to fall on my closed eyes. I giggle out of sheer joy. Getting wet in the rain was a childhood routine. I want to live that moment again. Who cares if I catch a cold. I want to make paper boats and send it into the little streams of water.
It rains. I stretch out my hands – as if I am taking wings to fly free. I am lost in my own union with the cosmos. The pure joy of innocence fills me with a rapture, that is intermingled with solitude, quiet and silence. Tears pour down my eyes. Intermingled with raindrops from the sky. Stretching my hands out, head tilted towards the sky, hair in sheer disarray, I allow the tears to gush forth. They say, a person drenched in the rain, needn’t fear the downpour.
April showers are short.
You drive through the dark clouds that have passed. The clear cloud opens up. Soon. The wait is not too long. It can be. But it turned out fine. You realize you have driven far too long. You can go on forever. Driving. The roads do not end. Perhaps they just don’t – for there may be a huge rush where it all ends.
I have driven long. Alone. The genre of music has changed many times. The sun has set long before. I love driving into the cold, windy night. It has a quite eerie feeling. You see the same places that you left behind take on a new distinction. Of darkness that is sometimes lit in patches of fluorescent lamps. You drive past dogs that chase you for a glee that they only know.
Driving through wet roads is romantic. The puddle of water shines through the different colours of light, moon and darkness. The swoosh sound of the wiper adds to the lull of quiet.
I drive through all of that and more. Knowing I set out on a long drive sums up my life in a nutshell.
I am in no hurry.
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Life is a long drive.
You try to leave the dark clouds behind. The dark ones come after you. Then they swell open to a downpour. The smell of the earth is nectar. The earth breathes softly the earthy fragrance. You stop for a while. To listen to the earth breathe. To smell the earth. The dark clouds don’t matter. The rain does not matter too. You put your head outside the rolled-down window. You park the car to the side, with the hazard light peeping.
I love the rain. I love the smell of earth. I step out holding my hands to cup the little blobs of water that lazily sets into a downpour. My hair is ruffled by the wind. I lean on my red car. I call her Dhanu Rani . She is my companion through the solitary drives I have become so used to. I lean delicately, as the rain now steadily pours the darkness of the clouds. I look up to the sky, and allow the rain to fall on my closed eyes. I giggle out of sheer joy. Getting wet in the rain was a childhood routine. I want to live that moment again. Who cares if I catch a cold. I want to make paper boats and send it into the little streams of water.
It rains. I stretch out my hands – as if I am taking wings to fly free. I am lost in my own union with the cosmos. The pure joy of innocence fills me with a rapture, that is intermingled with solitude, quiet and silence. Tears pour down my eyes. Intermingled with raindrops from the sky. Stretching my hands out, head tilted towards the sky, hair in sheer disarray, I allow the tears to gush forth. They say, a person drenched in the rain, needn’t fear the downpour.
April showers are short.
You drive through the dark clouds that have passed. The clear cloud opens up. Soon. The wait is not too long. It can be. But it turned out fine. You realize you have driven far too long. You can go on forever. Driving. The roads do not end. Perhaps they just don’t – for there may be a huge rush where it all ends.
I have driven long. Alone. The genre of music has changed many times. The sun has set long before. I love driving into the cold, windy night. It has a quite eerie feeling. You see the same places that you left behind take on a new distinction. Of darkness that is sometimes lit in patches of fluorescent lamps. You drive past dogs that chase you for a glee that they only know.
Driving through wet roads is romantic. The puddle of water shines through the different colours of light, moon and darkness. The swoosh sound of the wiper adds to the lull of quiet.
I drive through all of that and more. Knowing I set out on a long drive sums up my life in a nutshell.
I am in no hurry.
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