A single journey tells tales that perhaps human language can never express. And from the experiences that unfurled on an Epic Sunday trip that unfurled over a span of 16 hours, I think I have seen more of Human nature than Mother Nature herself.
I learnt that even some seemingly irrational thoughts can be put to action to enjoy the little bits of life that is always at our disposal. What really amazed me was the variety of human emotions that were on display all the while...
From the nervous movements of the hidden excitement for the commencement of a trip,
To the dubious frowns of not being able to return to the safety and security of own's own abode...
From the sweating foreheads of the tiredness in packed buses rolling along roads so far unknown,
To the carefree squeal of delight in a deserted place as we cooled ourselves in the soothing breeze...
From the admirations for the desolate bridge over the cyan river under a welcome turquoise sky,
To the stretch of the unrelated topics that followed while fishes swam by in the crystal lake...
From the ecstasy of the hope of fulfilment of an long cherished dream of love from a partner,
To the heartbreaking silence of mutual pain from the love for a relation that could not be...
As we descended the mountains, heading back to where we really came from, I saw the Sun set behind a few lofty hills, as if telling that our work there was done. I looked on as the blurred grass and asphalt turned dark, darker, and bright with the headlights. And long before we could overcome from the trance of a trip that meant far more than just a journey, we had come back, only to keep those memories alive in us for as long as we find solace in it.