The weather is
overcast. There is a deep breeze. The trees are dancing. The sky is playing
hide and seek with the clouds. The road is long and winding. There is nobody in
sight. It is just me. Just me and the perfectness of everything around me. I
see the speedometer reach 50kms..60kms.. It moved past 60kms. The bike is
screeching in exhilaration. My heart says keep going. My mind says slow down,
this is dangerous. My heart says be reckless, at least this once, when
everything is perfect. My mind says no, be cautious. The war between the heart
and the mind starts, but I am far away from it all. I am with nature, with the
winding road, with the bend in the road, with the movement of the trees, with
the pulse of the wind, with Mother Nature.
A puff of smoke
hit me directly on my face. I woke up. Reality hit me. The moment was gone. I
was back in the battle. I was back to win the war. The war of life. The war of
the wars, which plagues every human being, not letting them live in that moment
for ever. I came back to reality. But little did I know that I left both my
mind and heart there, in that moment, where everything was perfect.
-Aishwarya
Kumar.
