As I got out of the bus, I stood under the scorching Sun, ignorant of details of my surrounding not because it seemed like a mundane travel I had scheduled a couple of months in advance but only because it was too bright to look up and around. I didn’t want to be blinded.
Since it was a big carrier, there was a long queue before I got on the ramp; the crowd and the heat was making me restless, like it always does. Then to my rescue comes some amusement.
I find a man who looked like how a dear friend would in another 20 years. I was flabbergasted (I say that with a punch!). The small world we live in now technically, I let my friend know this and he strongly desired a snapshot. He asked of me to send him one immediately. Even I wished to capture a photo, but who does that? I did not want to appear like a creep! Nonetheless, I tried to sneak a shot; but unfortunately couldn’t.
I still wish I had!
When I finally boarded my flight, I sat next to an elderly couple who seemed to be quite non interfering, thankfully. Recently I have become very skeptical about who I sat next to. I am quite intimidated by garrulous people. I like to sleep in peace through my journeys and it gets quite annoying when they go on talking. (Though I always take a book along to read, of which I read not more than a few pages and then doze off to sleep.) And yes, my flights are long enough to sleep well as I travel across almost entire longitudinal length of India.
Monotonously, I picked the menu to see recent inclusions and tried a new beverage only because of its appearance and the cool name. (Yes, I am child born in the era of consumerism!) Honestly, I did not like the drink but I do not regret buying a bottle of ‘Nimblue’. Nimblue is a portmanteau of Nimbu (Lemon in Hindi) and blue, as the drink is basically Nimbu Paani with Blue Curacao, and its quite catchy. Buying the bottle was only my gesture of appreciation for the creative mind which was marketing the product.
(Yes, I tend to think like that a lot of times!)
I pick up the book and I am asleep the next moment, dreaming and it was one of the rare ones, with dawn of realizations and thoughts. Really I had words as remainder of my dream when I woke up, and no visuals. I was amazed. In my dream I was telling myself, why had not I thought of it before. This is a crazy idea and how I should note it down before i forget and I tell myself, I shall once I wake up as my notes and pencil were right there within reach. Lo and behold, a new sequence of thoughts start and I wake up with this another statement ringing in my head:
“The world looks different from this side of the universe.”
It is a beautiful though to wake up to, but not exceptional. (We all have our versions of what it means.) I was remorseful. I knew I had lost an idea, which I think was a brilliant one and of which I had no recollection, except that I had it, and that I had it whilst asleep.
A moment later, I decided to be thrilled about what I had than be sad about what I didn’t.
Yes, the world did literally look very different from that height. (Specifics being 37,000 feet!) No, the buildings and trees were not even in sight to look like their scale models; there were only clouds, clouds beneath and clouds above. Clouds of all kinds! The fluffy ones that were dense and the ones those were loners, the undulating ones, the streaks which blurred and the ones which didn’t, and the huge ones that looked a like a wave crashing had frozen.
For some reason, how many times I fly, this view has never ceased to fascinate me. It still does and it always will. And then my thoughts are briefly invaded by what we call nostalgia. I was doing what I always did as a child. I was painting pictures with the clouds and my imagination was soaring at this height.
Then stories played at the highest theater there could be and the actors changed forms in real time and exited in split seconds. It is unique I say and I hear the show is different for each audience. They say, you see what you want to, nobody goes disappointed. Just bring along your friend called ‘Imagination’ and you will never be bored. Clouds are versatile actors!
My dalliance with the heavenly clouds was only brief. Soon, I was coming down, and gravity was pulling me closer to reality. I kept reluctance aside and I continued to gaze down as I transited levels, I decided to embrace what may come.
As the rays of the Sun burst through the clouds, illuminating the land below fragment by fragment, I saw the soil glisten. It had rained. It was magical.
I embraced what was real, right in front of my eyes and since then I have had an affair with clouds, wind and rain; and I am happy, no matter it stays only a short while. Seasons change, and so should we.
Change is inevitable and happiness lies in acceptance.