It is the darkest night of the summer, cold and breezy at
7:30 in Delhi, there are no stars, and no moon in the sky. Through a hole in
the clouds, some starlight is falling on this planet. From the past three days,
it has been the same summer days, dark and pouring clouds. The sun dropped,
three days back behind those large buildings and has disappeared since then. I
had to leave for my "anywhere" trip two days back. This bad weather
has been the villain of my life, resisting me to escape this fucked up place. I
have to travel, or I will die screaming in silence. I need to breathe in a
different air, my nostrils are blocked and my brain veins are about to burst.
I was crying out in protest, every passing minute means that
I will have to be at the same place for more time and what is more fearful is
that it is my own place. I had fallen in love with the mountains, the sea, the
trees, the places, the traditions, the demeanor of the local people, sitting
under a tree for a long wait and the nature. I love to watch those trees that
give a feeling of hugging them. But this time, I am far and away from my life.
I need to do something to make my way out. I planned what if the sky does not
get clear tomorrow.
I had already packed up my essentials, I was now left to pick
up the bad weather kit. I quickly gathered my senses and put in the emergency
light, an umbrella, water-resistant back-pack and a little humor.
Next morning remained the same but I decided to leave. I took
the keys to my bike, locked the door and left right away washing my face.
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