Days and nights lose their essence in the life of a mundane soul. Everything is just passing by, superficially without actually touching me. Something itches me time and again, I dare not think about it anymore as I know if I’ll scratch, it will bleed. Some more days pass just like that without showing their presence; it is the hours that bug me. Then one fine night itching gets so much worse that it is torturous. I can’t sleep and I succumb to the temptation and scratch it and as soon as it starts bleeding, I stop, wipe the wound, let it dry and again it starts irking me and again I scratch it open, this goes on for the whole night. This has to change; I tell myself that I will change it one day.
In the morning, I am walking on my regular route and checking my phone, like a cognitive activity, my feet take the same steps as taken before, always. The muscles joining the feet to the legs are sore by now but the pain doesn’t bother me, its absence would definitely be tumultuous. All of a sudden I see a moving bus in my direction, moving in its full grace, the flimsy-tipsy grace. What a beauty! It stops at the bus stop right across the street. I see a window seat, it is shouting out to me, to take my head out of the window like an excited dog, or a stupid kid. Inside the bus the air must be concocted with all kinds of smells, nauseous, dull, pale, smell of failure, smell of mediocrity, smell of mundane. It will be that toxic smell of city life of a middle class person trying to make life’s ends meet by dodging death and suffering with every passing day, sometimes falling, sometimes surviving. But there will also be the window seat which is still unoccupied. Today is my day, I think to myself, while I am deep into this thought I step on the road and SCREECH! A car was about to hit me, I fumble and drop my phone on the road, better get down and pick it up as it’s a busy road, but in that moment some devil inside me possesses my mind and soul and I stay still for more than fifteen seconds, watching the cars coming in my direction and one by one, my 25K phone gets crushed by half a dozen vehicles of all shapes and sizes. This is it; with a euphoric zeal I get on the bus and grab the window seat. Smells are there and even stronger than I imagined. In sometime this rickety bus gains the shaky momentum and I take my head out, like an excited dog or a stupid kid. We leave the city in about twenty minutes and as soon as the bus’s tyres kiss the highway I feel rejuvenation in my body cells, I could actually feel the blood pumping and meeting the nerve cell ends. The journey has begun, the stagnant is miles behind me and what lies ahead is the dynamic zest of life. Now there is no family, no friends, and no prerequisites. It’s just me with myself now.
Just like that two hours pass by and the bus is now feeling the beautiful curves of the oomphing, voluptuous Himalayas. Ah! The smell of the air here, no amount of power yoga ever made me feel as fresh as right now. This orgasmic feel! The awesome threesome, the perfect, sensual union of body, soul and environment and there is no looking back now.
Yes, I get on the bus every time in my dreams.
In the morning, I am walking on my regular route and checking my phone, like a cognitive activity, my feet take the same steps as taken before, always. The muscles joining the feet to the legs are sore by now but the pain doesn’t bother me, its absence would definitely be tumultuous. All of a sudden I see a moving bus in my direction, moving in its full grace, the flimsy-tipsy grace. What a beauty! It stops at the bus stop right across the street. I see a window seat, it is shouting out to me, to take my head out of the window like an excited dog, or a stupid kid. Inside the bus the air must be concocted with all kinds of smells, nauseous, dull, pale, smell of failure, smell of mediocrity, smell of mundane. It will be that toxic smell of city life of a middle class person trying to make life’s ends meet by dodging death and suffering with every passing day, sometimes falling, sometimes surviving. But there will also be the window seat which is still unoccupied. Today is my day, I think to myself, while I am deep into this thought I step on the road and SCREECH! A car was about to hit me, I fumble and drop my phone on the road, better get down and pick it up as it’s a busy road, but in that moment some devil inside me possesses my mind and soul and I stay still for more than fifteen seconds, watching the cars coming in my direction and one by one, my 25K phone gets crushed by half a dozen vehicles of all shapes and sizes. This is it; with a euphoric zeal I get on the bus and grab the window seat. Smells are there and even stronger than I imagined. In sometime this rickety bus gains the shaky momentum and I take my head out, like an excited dog or a stupid kid. We leave the city in about twenty minutes and as soon as the bus’s tyres kiss the highway I feel rejuvenation in my body cells, I could actually feel the blood pumping and meeting the nerve cell ends. The journey has begun, the stagnant is miles behind me and what lies ahead is the dynamic zest of life. Now there is no family, no friends, and no prerequisites. It’s just me with myself now.
Just like that two hours pass by and the bus is now feeling the beautiful curves of the oomphing, voluptuous Himalayas. Ah! The smell of the air here, no amount of power yoga ever made me feel as fresh as right now. This orgasmic feel! The awesome threesome, the perfect, sensual union of body, soul and environment and there is no looking back now.
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