A momentary Perpetuality

 
He woke up suddenly he didn’t have a scary dream or something. He had a petrifying dream about his loved ones and the colleagues in his career and the last thing he didn’t expect was his girl friend for whom he thought the best soul mate has found him had the role in the dream opposing him which he least wanted. His head was spinning which is because he was unable to sleep early and get the soundness in sleep till midnight. Now, he had his routine to do as like going for exercise.

He started his ride on his bike [oh he calls it like that but it is a bicycle]. He kicked off his journey in normal mode. He usually felt the cold waves hitting his face and today might be due to summer’s fast approaching days the fog which use to have the soothing effect was no more soothing and it was harsh and bringing him more thoughts about his dream and the turbulence that is existing in his life. Which he is trying to forget and it is forging back on him.

Now he crossed a small hill and suddenly the mist changed the color of surroundings which used to be green and lively. Now it’s just that mystique mist enveloped him and now he can’t see hills top which he just climbed down. As he started going deep into the paths of the hill which are made by his daily activities. He was able to go through that mystique mist without discomfort in his path finding and suddenly the mist happened to be chilling and cool and comforting.

Even the hotness which mad more deep gashes in to his memories and was having fun in the beginning of his ride was no more and his thoughts were clear and his mind and heart getting clearer by more thick enveloping of misty fog. And suddenly he had the tranquility of an eternity.

The sweat dripping from his nose on to his t-shirt never mattered and the small icky scratchy thing on his nose was not felt he was riding high on his bicycle with full throttle and also on his mind floating on soft soothing clouds, serene paddy fields.

Now things becoming clear he didn’t give a damn about the priorities which he has to set because every other is having, he forgot about the words he has to put in a sentence so that he can always win, he forgot the love from gal friend who plays power play and he closed his eyes and was still riding and like a free bird which had no hunger, no thirstiness, no hurry to get to nest, no fear of being hunted, nothing but a simple feeling of being sweated and touched by the coolness of mist.

Now he saw the eyes and heard the words and laughing of a gal who likes him, who talks to him without any power play and without any motives. Some may call it friendship, love or anything but her memories made him happy. It may be his perspective , his experience with people, his non-pertaining nature that is lingering with him now.

Suddenly the red blazing sun with all the heat tried to cut him back through this mode and put him back into troubled waters which wasn’t possible with the mist around him. Now he travelled farther ahead of the hill and climbing another one to look into the eyes of blazing red sun and wanted to know how is he going to take him back.

The mist still with him and as he rode up there was no blockade that can stop him and his thoughts. When he stood there and saw the over lining of ground beneath him shaking and chaotic and he on top still and serene. Waited for sun to come up and this time it was his turn so the sun lost and made a bow to his stature of mental ability and resided in the same heights of him stating his equality of his character to him. Now he turned back and now the sun guided him and everybody closed their eyes as the sun started raising high and up and he following track of his rays and his brightness is similar to suns which nobody can face. He started back with no more thinking or planning. Going back….to live like what he wanted….

His purgatory transience never occurred….in his life…………..