Life goes on, you travel, meet new people, few leaves positive impressions rest are lessons, you love, fall, cry, win, lose, earn, spend, eat, drink, party and sometimes you also feel sad and lonely. And everything becomes part of your memory, but among all those memories few are very close to your heart- the special ones. They never fade away, and it’s one of those memories that forced me to write this blog, that too after one year of the actual incident.
I always wondered how sometimes life is so plain, so boring, you feel like nothing happening at all and then there are also days when so many things happen within a few hours and it became your lifetime memory and you have so many details that you want to write a book on it.
When I try to remember everything in a sequence, I feel like describing a movie. So here it goes.
We had been chatting since last one month and decided to meet on a particular day and city. As I reached the place and was parking my bike, I noticed a car with the broken front mirror uncontrollably coming towards me, before I would react, I was hit by it from the back and it continued running madly in the middle of the city, few people made failed attempt to chase it. I fall on the ground 10 meters away from my bike both at the different directions, people gathering, and the city police came. While I was falling, I felt like flying in the air holding tightly arms of an angel. I didn’t feel pain, but I didn’t know I was alive or not. I felt that I was intentionally held by an angel so that I could meet you waiting for me to arrive calling impatiently, unaware of my accident. After a while when someone whispered in my ear, are you alive? I open my eyes; I found that I am alive and also not injured, I couldn’t be less surprised, It was a miracle, my bike damaged, the crowd surrounding me, curiously confirming whether I was alive or not. Few boys asked do you want us to take you to the hospital, I said no I am perfectly all right. They were more surprised than me.
I picked myself from the ground walked a few meters away from the crowd and received the call to say please don’t go back, and there you are just in front of me, trying hard to recognize me, because I was wrapped in soil and grass, probably in the most imperfect attire for the first meet.
Before you would ask anything I said, I am all right, no need to worry, but I need to take my bike to a garage, do you know anyone nearby and then we started walking towards the garage leaving behind crowd - still inquiring about the accident.
You looked fresh and I looked dirty, your eyes reflected kindness and compassion. Our first conversation was details of my accident while my bike was getting repaired, strange, you won’t believe that I came out with no harm or just pretending and asked me to take painkillers, medicines, etc. You would believe me only after a lot of positive and long affirmative lecture. After dropping the bike in the garage for repair, you guided me to a beautiful park in the middle of the crowded and noisy city yet green and peaceful. Its yellow lights not just prepared a romantic weather, but also helped me calm my mental activities. We discussed our past, academic, career, likes, dislikes, our talks didn’t end and I forgot the accident. We had so many things to say, after a while, we went to pick my bike and decided to go for a night out.
It was the month of August. The wind was soothing. I ride my bike from the streets to the streets, observing details as if we were watching the civilization for the first time. We stopped for an open-space rooftop restaurant cum bar with good music, tried flavored hookah and mocktails, then catch dinner in a jungle-themed restaurant with green light, had pics together, we were laughing a lot for no reason, smiling for no reason. After dinner, we went for the midnight show of a horror movie and watched it with holding each other’s hand. After coming out from the movie, we kept roaming around the city, felt the silence of the night.
Sometimes I would ride the bike very slowly like we didn’t want to go anywhere, just enjoying each other’s presence. We didn’t want the night to pass; we wanted the time to stop, we were not in a hurry and then we stop for the ‘City Park.’ There we watched the stars and the moon while lying on the grass, lovingly stroking each other’s hair, enjoyed sharing dark secrets in the dark night. There were no boundaries, nothing to be ashamed of, no judgment, no opinion, no uninvited suggestions. We smell grass and soil, heard what the night has to say, listening, the sound of each other’s breath when nothing else can be heard. We kept on changing places, from park to park, street to street, like we were the king of that night.
We decided to explore the countryside near the city. I took on speed and let the road guide us; we sat on a playground beyond which we can’t see anything. It was so dark, we heard the wolf, jackal maybe hyena, played with sand like kids, made few handmade temporary structures then destroyed them. We get our hands dirty with it, we tried to hear the sound of the forest and took fun in discussing the ghost of the horror movie just watched, and slowly our fearlessness get reduced we get scared, suddenly we felt as if all the animals of the forest are coming towards us and we came back to the city and decided to sit around the ‘city lake.’
We felt deeply engrossed in each other; we forgot that we met just a few hours ago, I didn’t know whether that night was something special or we were witnessing a cosmic mystery, it made me love and express my love so passionately. We became one with the night melting into each other, pouring love, kissing and we forgot all worldly limitations, stress, categorization, likes, dislikes, stress, strain, anger, frustration, nothing existed but only love. Love for humanity, love for each other’s soul, and love for our existence. It was hard to get separated, but slowly morning was moving in, slowly night was losing its existence for the day to live, slowly present was becoming past, moments becoming a memory and we were happily witnessing this fragility.
But we were happy, happy like never before, smiling with contentment like never before, we felt the love beyond worldly confirmations, love that was true for that moment, eternal, pure and liberating. A Love that wouldn’t bind us in the future, a love that won’t demand commitment or put control, but also a love that won’t fade away, a love that will always bring a smile on your face, will remind you perfection of the moment.
We together created a memory, a good unforgettable one, and then departed ‘Before sunrise’ without putting any obligation, without fixing any responsibility and without tagging a name on it. Just left it, in its pure form, though unknowingly, but maybe for letting it ripe with time and becoming best remembrance. And see, it became so.
(From the pages of my diary, written on 01 Nov 2018)
