Thursday, January 14, 2010

Nostalgia...

My eyelids shut involuntarily as a cool wind blew across the face. In the blink, in that minuscule of a moment, there was a flash of cyan. I felt a gentle breeze brush my cheeks and the sea-smell fill my nostrils and I shut my eyes to realize that I had imagined it all. A number of images then filled my mind; of people, of places; of the blue sea and the green expanses.


Mesmerizing! Never had my mind portrayed the recent past so distinctly. I opened my eyes, still sensing a cool breeze and a smile spread across my face. They were moments of my sojourn south, deeply etched, which returned in a flurry.




The clock ticks away, the sands of time shifts bulbs; with a lump in my throat and a heavy heart, I start my journey back home, with a day and half of nothingness left to reminisce. What preceded was not only a journey; it was a time-warp to a new continuum. Gradual though the time shift was, it was an amazing feeling, intoxicating!


Maybe the mind does need a regular dose of this, moments when you do not remember the actual world you are a part of, to be refreshed. The alcohol here is 'travel' ( a wine) and the people you travel with 'the wineglass' and either of them are as important to have the best effect possible.


Imagine, a birds-eye view of snow clad mountains, a whitewater view from the edge of a cliff, the smell of wet mud which marks the arrival of rains, a valley filled with greenery across the slopes and a river flowing through it, a view from the top of a mountain so high that you see the lightning within the clouds beneath you, yeah; nature at its best. But without people along with, what worth are these visuals. What worth are they without anyone to share the wonders. Landscapes have always been photogenic, however they gradually make the eye weary. A face is what fills the void. A face known or unknown does the trick, just because it hints at existence of life. :D

Travel certainly is a wonderful intoxicant, however, without the wineglass to direct it to the right part, the wonderful wine is just water.