Empty roads, stretching endlessly .... Winding and unwinding onto itself like an over-enthusiastic yogic guru (I won't be naming any, cause I like staying alive)
A stream runs alongside this road... the water crashing on the rocks is the only melody available, a lone bird in the trees somewhere takes up the vocals (the cell coverage sucks... No YouTube, no other source of music)
You befriend a couple of street dogs and they voluntarily drop everything they had planned for the day and accompany you on your journey (Unlike some figurative and metaphorical bitches that you know ).
A cool breeze hits your face... take a deep whiff, can you smell that? The smell of wet earth mixed with oak and pine ... Absolutely intoxicating.
You look on ahead to the road and at that moment you are reminded of the eternal words of Robert Frost:
"But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep...."
(Has anyone else read the entire poem? Or just this part? I mean the rest of it is kinda meh but these two lines has immortalized the man )
And then you start walking, taking over from the lone bird... And start singing "I walk a lonely road" by Green day which somehow seems apt in this deserted corner of the world and you get this sudden urge to call your friends. The weird thing about nostalgia is that you have absolutely no control over it ..... You could have been just sitting somewhere, minding your own business and the smallest of triggers.. a similar laugh or a song or a smell or a place you drive by that looks familiar and in an instant you are flung into a time machine and teleported, almost against your own will, back to the moment when time stood still and you are back there with your friends or family.
You pick up your phone tentatively ... Expecting the cell coverage to be emptier than the voids of the cosmos but you find two bars of network. You thank your lucky stars that you had chosen Idea as your cellular network and make the call.
If it hadn't been for Aditya Birla Group, you wouldn't really had been able to share this moment with the people you wanted to, and as Barney Stinson once said, "Whatever you do in this life, it's not legendary, unless your friends are there to see it."
