Today I drove to the railway station, parked my car near the gate that read 'Exit' and waited, not sure why. Despite that I was there. There they were, reflections of each other and still strangers. They walked, hurried, ran, trudged, gawked and occasionally shot me perplexed looks. I sat there, motionless, somewhat like a sniper. The cars sped past, avoiding close brushes with public buses. The taxi cabs were the notorious one, refusing to move in one smooth motion. They sought passengers, the last few chapters of the journey completed.
The myriad sounds floated around like the impertinent kids in kindergarten. A few minutes into the wait, the noise is now a symphony of quirky emotions created by the sea of humanity. There was the impatient honk, the timid ring of the cycle rickshaw, the desperation of the motorcycle. The garbled human voices rose and ebbed as they vaporised with distancing steps.
A part of me sought solitude for years now. They say one can be lonely in a crowd. I have my misgivings for loneliness. Never could separate myself from the thought spurts in my head and hence never fathomed loneliness. Or perhaps I am not intuitive to gauge it.
Today I was alone amidst the bustling public place. The sounds and sights embraced me, they cocooned me and atlast I could let go the contortions within. A crazy idea to park at a busy juncture had no special meaning and I retrieved my meaningless self from the claustrophobia purpose created.
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