Speeding up my Alto on the University Road, I was driving up to my best friend's home. It was just another day, when the weather started shifting gears. It got a bit cloudy, but nothing spectacular, but of course it didn't need to be. What mattered was that I was going to meet my best friend. I drove to his home and reached in ten minutes. He came out, we hugged each other. Just another beautiful meeting. We decided not to sit at home at once and to drive to another good friend of ours who unfortunately wasn't available. Halfway to that other friend's home, he told us he was out of city so we couldn't go to him. We decided not to go home, just drive and drive to the outskirts of the city. It wasn't peaceful for the usual naked eye, at all. It was all dusty, and awfully busy, the road. There was nothing peaceful as of yet but what was about to follow was kind of spectacular. I was driving and he was sitting aside. We both were having drinks. It was like a dream road trip except it wasn't. It was just a drive. A beautiful one indeed. Drifting off to the northside of the city, it became more sound and peaceful. The wind that followed due to the speed of the car was one of peace, not of thrill. Although we were cruising at about 80+ km/h, it didn't feel like it. We were flying. It was beautiful. I remember, we didn't talk much but it was one of the best times I've ever spent. Windows down and the wind, taking every bit of passion, excitement and beauty out. The smiles were rare. Sometimes we find beauty at the strangest of places. Sometimes we find peace at the most violent of corners. It is never about the good looks or dressing or the better car, or more money or anything else. It is about the company, the company of a friend which matters. It's magic. And on the highway, we just stopped on the left side and waited and talked and laughed for minutes which felt like hours and were beautiful and I always desired more. It was gorgeous. And seeing the sun set at that time was a treat. Anyway, as all good things must come to an end, so did it. We had to drive back now and it was getting late. I didn't want to, he didn't want to but eventually, it happened. Before I knew, I was at home and I miss it.
Our lives are like an empty bottle. Have you ever seen the motion of an empty bottle after you slightly interrupt it's motion at rest? It keeps tilting to right and left after you disturb it marginally. It keeps doing that for some minutes before it gets back to rest and stability. That's our life. Somebody comes in, out of the blue we never expected, we never heard of and disturbs our rest. Somebody comes and owns us. Most of them somebodies don't stay. They leave and then they interrupt the motion, life is startled and starts tilting here and there. There's no stability. It takes a lot of time to get it back to rest and happiness. It is like the basic rule of life. That person changes you forever, changes the way you think, the way you progress and the way you act. The way you make decisions. It all depends on that person.
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