” Sometimes all you need to do is to have a long walk on roads and thorns to make your soul a bit soft”
I just blinked my eyes twice, when I saw the gigantic trees that stood fearless amidst of the bare brown roofs in bottom, deep black drape above, laterally by the voids. Tiny hair follicles stood on all over my body when the cool mahagony breeze swiped me left and right. My eyes can’t take off from the big master building, that preoccupied it’s space just opposite the grills of my tiny home. The sudden on and off of the lights from the corner rooms was synchronous to my dreams. It will bloom one day with flickering orange glow and wither the next day with beaming regrets. The long roads was taking my soul to the unknown. I was walking, the veil smell that was alive in me from the past few days was suddenly replaced by the fragrance. Well, to call it precisely, it was the Amortentia smell. The fragrances that the busy people on streets carry, who smelled like the wild flowers. The fragrances of cool breeze that brought me into my senses. The fragrances of the chilled mud that gave rhythm to my feet. I took a look on my back, I covered a little distance but it felt like miles, miles with memories, miles in a minute! Suddenly, my flesh turned to that of green eyed monster. Yes, I was jealoused of the air that spranged me. It travelled so hard, wrapping at an instant, uncoiling all the dirt that stuck on my soul. Perhaps, this is what we call sickness is. I was madly fell ill thinking about the beautiful creatures around me which those weird humans neglect to notice.
The yellow glow of the streetlights in the mid corners reminded me of the fading past of childhood, the hustle bustle of the vehicles striked the sudden thought of running youth and the gigantic trees that overshadowed on the either side of the roads narrated the evanescent tales of old age. I just blinked my eyes, in the fraction of time my eyes shut open, the charismatic beauty of everything had tossed to tail.
My eyes witnessed the either side of the universe. The heads down people into their electronic devices never noticed what rhythm the Jay’s humn, whose bangles were clinging on the right, where does the long whistle come from. One thing that is obvious, their fingers were in rhythm on their mobile phones, scrolling up and down, the headphone was neatly tucked and their faces acted well as if they do not belong to this earth. And my guess scored high on high that they dwell in everyplace where free wifi offer and even they are ready to pay to make their wrong faces right. And I know I too belong in this rank, where my tones of precious time went to garbage. But this long walk on the never ending roads that stitched into streets, praising weather, everything had twisted my spines and tattooed that there is still life beats in the lamp posts, tarred roads and in guava trees. The story of crickets flying here and there reminded how good the lost days were!
Covering long miles isn’t just an excerise, it’s a realisation, a medication to your wounded soul. Walk like your legs are not yours, let your every step make a rhythm and perhaps the cold touch of your bare foot in the naked road will take you to the unknown where you actually belongs and it will be the path your soul actually dwells. Let’s free sometime to listen what the sapphire cascade wants to tell, what the waves and the heights want to narrate and I guess that will be fun, worth and soothing than any trolls on the internet can give.
The small jungles stiched into roads unwrapped the secrets that my soul covered so far. I started to flow with the emotions that was jagged in me so far. Perhaps, realization is also an emotion too.