It was quite a busy day when I decided to visit my hometown the very next day, whenever I went on this travel spree it used to get my adrenaline pumping but this time also it was no less different but was pretty unsettling and making my heart restless.
When I had a good gaze on these roads, they used to bring up a new story every time I passed through them, I was wondering what they are trying to communicate to which my wavelength was unprepared to be received. Deep down under my mind was having this soft battle that these memories which you are going to visit will certainly make you cry but the very same time would also fuel you up to relive those days which were spent on a gracious note.
That sun-dappled morning arrived to show me a picturesque which demonstrated that the current life which has to be lived is a vehicle in which you are traveling and it’s spearheaded by time which acts as a wheel to this colorful life.
The gushing sound of the rivers made me depict that there is a cycle of life which it supports from the point it gets originated and the destination it's gonna flow down to. Sometimes when we have this mindset of reaching a particular destination and that would accomplish why we chose to travel, but this time it was a bit indifferent and the destination wasn't that vital fo me and it made me introspect how important is to step back and see what's going around and how can you pilot it.
The turbines which had a good float of dance to the tunes of wind used to say that there is a driving force behind all of us, you might be built monstrous, but that thin air is what adds life to it, similarly when you think that I am built to handle but there is an invisible force which keeps balancing this act of yours... Pardon me I am not getting into philosophical mode at all. The valley came alive with all its might and when I used to do self-talk that I have conquered it all with my set of machines, it just sounded futile and made me understand that you have just taken a baby step.
When the rain was set, had to bite the dust and inching it to say that you might be victorious but that's just the beginning, and when clouds roar would slow down my engines grunt and would date me back to the once little boy who used to think rains and thunderstorms are meant to instill fears in us. But now the things which I used to fear brings in the pleasure and on the contrary when life is ticking and it's in our conscious mode that we are paying to make it worth. The bricks which were built for one kingdom has gone down to sand dunes and when its dug it just dates you back to the glorious past making us realise that the only entity which you have got with you and gets you into a self-proclaimed mode that it's quite abundant for you to outlive is “Time”…
The wheels of life which I call has to be lived, let me re-iterate it's not to be lived but to make it worth! Nowadays when the “Stay-at-home” methodology has kicked in it should not be prevailed that there is no room for self-introspection, which is much needed.
The depth of dense forest which kept calling us into its vivid life was so engrossing that we forgot there are these mountainous misty and pristine ones far away from the human habitat that flourished with rich Flora and Fauna.
Rough waters always do this trick and will slow you down even if you are set to conquer and that called for Seismic Activity within to comprehend what was about to come…
I will try to get this to bed in the next part of my story….
In the meantime do let me know what came to your mind when you had these words run through your watchful Eyes :) in the comments below....
