Lying on the buggy of the camel ride under the pitch black sky, full of stars with no trace of clouds whatsoever.I was staring at the stars,trying to connect them and form some constellation, but in vain.
"My thoughts are stars,I cannot fathom into constellation" I recalled Gus telling this to Hazel. I felt the very same way, I have so many thoughts which were scattered,numerous things to share but they were not organised ,I can't put them together to make a logical sense out of it.
Sand beneath has turned ice like, I submerged my feet in it and it was sending a nip of chill down my spine. The breeze was soothing and had an alien smell to it.
Keshav was sitting on the small stairs of the buggy, shuffling the pictures in his mobile, trying to zero in his dp for all social media accounts.
While Yogesh was strolling in the desert,with only his silhouette visible to the naked eyes over the humps of sands in the desert, talking on his mobile to some of his girls.
In some distance the herd of camels were sitting on the cold sand, tied to a pole, grunting and munching the grass, lost in there own thoughts, just like three of us.
The lights of the camp on the other side of the road were dimmed, which was an indication for us to go inside.
Yogesh came back from his leisurely stroll looking little dejected.
"What happened bro?!" Keshav enquired
I straightened up in the buggy and made some space for Yogesh to sit.He ruffled his hair with both hands tilting his head sideways, climbed up the buggy, and said in exasperation
"I am so fucked"
I replied "We all are."
Keshav giggled and said "Completely agree, we all are fucked in one way or the other, and that's why we do this. Road trips."
Yogesh interrupted "There are things that even a road trip cannot fix."
I curiously asked "Like what?"
"Oblivious behaviour of your closed ones. That feeling when you feel being replaced by someone." he answered.
"We all are replaceable, however good we may be. There is always someone round the corner ready to grab our place." I explained, based on my recent experience.
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in overselves." Yogesh ruffled his hair again quoting Shakepeare.
Keshav said "Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.Face it and enough with your philosophical shit." and played "Afghan Jalebi" on his mobile.
We all started clapping in tune to music and jumped on the sand and started dancing.
Forgetting everything else.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
"My thoughts are stars,I cannot fathom into constellation" I recalled Gus telling this to Hazel. I felt the very same way, I have so many thoughts which were scattered,numerous things to share but they were not organised ,I can't put them together to make a logical sense out of it.
Sand beneath has turned ice like, I submerged my feet in it and it was sending a nip of chill down my spine. The breeze was soothing and had an alien smell to it.
Keshav was sitting on the small stairs of the buggy, shuffling the pictures in his mobile, trying to zero in his dp for all social media accounts.
While Yogesh was strolling in the desert,with only his silhouette visible to the naked eyes over the humps of sands in the desert, talking on his mobile to some of his girls.
In some distance the herd of camels were sitting on the cold sand, tied to a pole, grunting and munching the grass, lost in there own thoughts, just like three of us.
The lights of the camp on the other side of the road were dimmed, which was an indication for us to go inside.
Yogesh came back from his leisurely stroll looking little dejected.
"What happened bro?!" Keshav enquired
I straightened up in the buggy and made some space for Yogesh to sit.He ruffled his hair with both hands tilting his head sideways, climbed up the buggy, and said in exasperation
"I am so fucked"
I replied "We all are."
Keshav giggled and said "Completely agree, we all are fucked in one way or the other, and that's why we do this. Road trips."
Yogesh interrupted "There are things that even a road trip cannot fix."
I curiously asked "Like what?"
"Oblivious behaviour of your closed ones. That feeling when you feel being replaced by someone." he answered.
"We all are replaceable, however good we may be. There is always someone round the corner ready to grab our place." I explained, based on my recent experience.
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in overselves." Yogesh ruffled his hair again quoting Shakepeare.
Keshav said "Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.Face it and enough with your philosophical shit." and played "Afghan Jalebi" on his mobile.
We all started clapping in tune to music and jumped on the sand and started dancing.
Forgetting everything else.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
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