A traveler sometimes walks with his head towards his back’
The screeching of brakes interrupted me as I read these lines and I stared blankly at the raindrops splattering on the windscreen of my car. I thought about all the places I have been to, those which fill my itinerary and how congruous these words are with my journey. I looked at some kids who were celebrating the music made by the raindrops and derived terpsichorean pleasure and then I took a gander at a child who shivered by the footpath, perhaps with loneliness or the fear of being laughed at. Or maybe I was thinking too much. Maybe he was just sitting on the footpath waiting for his parents or he had a common cold.
I again thought about the statement which I read some seconds back. Or maybe I was thinking about it all the time. It’s so enigmatic, the way a magical combination of some words creates a mold in our head. We start searching for its meaning all around us. The meaning or an ethereal hint that a line penned down by a person sitting miles away or who lived years ago supports our life so perfectly. Or perhaps an empathetic line has a different effect on all of us. This again brought me back to the crux of the statement, I was thinking about the child by the roadside because I was searching for my reflection. Why do we ponder so much about our past that we try to experience it again in subtler forms? Sometimes a wave which batters a calm shore suddenly inundates the whole atmosphere in the gushing water, similarly our past leaves us perplexed. We carry that enigmatic, perplexing, charismatic and troubling puzzle inside us. We try to unravel it through the new clues which we discover on our path. The more I progressed on my path, the more I understood the old villages I visited, the old memories I lived.
I stopped the train of thoughts and realized how some moments are so ineffable. No, not the complicated ones when you are dancing in his arms or when you are on a vantage point of a high hill. Rather the small moments, when nothing significant eventuates. It’s so easy to describe the moment of grandeur. And then I realized that how we express ineffable moments through symbols and allegories.
The screeching of brakes interrupted me as I read these lines and I stared blankly at the raindrops splattering on the windscreen of my car. I thought about all the places I have been to, those which fill my itinerary and how congruous these words are with my journey. I looked at some kids who were celebrating the music made by the raindrops and derived terpsichorean pleasure and then I took a gander at a child who shivered by the footpath, perhaps with loneliness or the fear of being laughed at. Or maybe I was thinking too much. Maybe he was just sitting on the footpath waiting for his parents or he had a common cold.
I again thought about the statement which I read some seconds back. Or maybe I was thinking about it all the time. It’s so enigmatic, the way a magical combination of some words creates a mold in our head. We start searching for its meaning all around us. The meaning or an ethereal hint that a line penned down by a person sitting miles away or who lived years ago supports our life so perfectly. Or perhaps an empathetic line has a different effect on all of us. This again brought me back to the crux of the statement, I was thinking about the child by the roadside because I was searching for my reflection. Why do we ponder so much about our past that we try to experience it again in subtler forms? Sometimes a wave which batters a calm shore suddenly inundates the whole atmosphere in the gushing water, similarly our past leaves us perplexed. We carry that enigmatic, perplexing, charismatic and troubling puzzle inside us. We try to unravel it through the new clues which we discover on our path. The more I progressed on my path, the more I understood the old villages I visited, the old memories I lived.
I stopped the train of thoughts and realized how some moments are so ineffable. No, not the complicated ones when you are dancing in his arms or when you are on a vantage point of a high hill. Rather the small moments, when nothing significant eventuates. It’s so easy to describe the moment of grandeur. And then I realized that how we express ineffable moments through symbols and allegories.
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