It's half past ten in the morning. Moss was still looking down at the never-ending valley. He tried to spot his college down there. It seemed darm beautiful in that morning , which elegantly stood in the midst of that lush greenery. Apparently its a desert, a plateau but how did the villagers managed to make it a green heaven. Moss wondered at such thought. He used to think over such amazing facts of that valley whenever he took a stroll through the mango plantations down there with his friends.
There could see the sight of his college town like small boxes were arranged in a random manner. In the outer boarders of the town there saw huge wind mills that stood like a toy in a baby's hand.
"Are you dreaming ? moss ?
Harry threw a question at the sight of moss.
Moss turned his head suddenly to him and with a smile he shook his shoulders gesturing that he didn't.
He continued looking at the valley, this time with out fading the smile on his face.
" Oh my poet, what are you up to? any plans to go down with the "viewless wings of fancy" ?
Harry was all in a poetical mood to mock at Moss.
"not yet dude ..but may be next time " Moss's smiles turned to some mufled laughs.
" Oh Gosh ! forgot to take my phone " Moss started checking his pockets.
"Oh dear" looking at Harry saying " to picture my jump . So that you can let others know about my epic jump " He was still smiling with all terrible emotions.
"Huh ! no worries man I got one " Harry took his and gnarled at Moss.
"You ! " Moss couldn't stop his laugh. He took the beer bottle and started to drink.
" Oh dear ,its bitter, its darm bitter "
turning at Harry. He suddenly took the snaks from the packets and had it with all peaceful ease.
"That it , It's like that man. This bitterness will turn out to be a heavenly feeling in few minutes. Try it man. And didn't I tell you not to shake it cause the foams will spread all over?. Just hold it tight ." Harry said.
"Mm? Is that it all ? okay ! "
Moss did what Harry said and little by little he finished the bottle.
After sometime Harry felt something uneasiness about his head. He started to hear some buzzing sounds and felt his head losing its weight.
" Moss What if you die after this beer, now ? " Harry asked Moss with all grave mood.
" I would be very happy man, don't feel scared ok ?.You know? I love the thought of dying without any horrible pain. One English poet said the same , but I hardly remember his name . Oh God,
Harry... I feel like something twirling around me."
" Oh friend just stay where you are. Dont stand "
"Why? I want to walk a little bit , through the sharp edges of this hills. I gotta be more accustomed to it. I hate falling like a feeble one with one bottle. Next time two bottles, okay Harry? " Moss tried to stand up and he stumbled. Harry came near him quickly holding his hands firmly.
"Are you crazy ? Just sit down. Okay , Two bottles ? we will " Harry solaced him " Now sit "
Moss couldn't stand properly. Finally he gave up all his efforts to stand up. He lied on the grass of that hill, looking upwards. The wind was blowing so fiercely leaving lighter breezy thoughts.
"You know Harry, Life is an absured stuff. It means nothing but everyone does something so fiercely without knowing the fact that they are feeble enough to die at any time. Why hurry ? Everyone is hurry but never makes it on time. I hate everyone because they are darm busy. No-one else is there to speak, you know Harry? " Moss was becoming so preachy but Harry said nothing.
Moss continued " I hate this life because I don't know. But I love my selflessness. I don't know nothing but my rare self. I hate going out to be one among them because the more I tried to mingle with their world, the extreme lonely I became. Everyone said, just be like them but I hate such admonishments. No one ever said just be yourself. And I was never lonely whenever I was with myown company. I can be a secret weary one , a mad man , a crazy philosopher or any other thing with my precious company.
I don't want to regret anymore because I passed half of my life and the destination is little bit far away or so near I presume. I want to smile with my heart, all through the rest of the way."
"rest of the way , and its darm near" Moss closed his eyes at that very thought.