The Road

It was that phase of her life when she was completely distraughted from her goals in life. Keeping all the things and events of her life in her control made her boost off her strength up-till now. Focused and in control...that is how she had always been. Little did she knew of the three hundred and sixty degree turn that life was about to take. Funny part was that even the thoughts of what future might hold were not welcomed. But there was a faith in some supernatural power which people refer to as God that gave her little amount of strength and made her believe that no matter what happens this chapter of her life will have a happy ending. But was it just a happy ending that would suffice? Is it not the story that leads to the climax should be a happy one too...The fault was not on her part. Like few girls, even she believed in the fairy tales told by her grandma. All fairy tales had happy endings....Else they were not called fairy tales.

To break the chain of unwanted and events not called for happening in her life, she choose solace for herself for few coming days. It was 4am in the January morning that she got up after a disturbed sleep. The thoughts of what had kept her busy for couple of months were not leaving her alone. She took a quick shower and got ready at a jet speed. After picking her last minute packed bags, she headed to her car. Excited yet tensed, as she wanted to run away to a place where no one could recognize her, she fumbled with the car keys to start the ignition. 'I am doing this', she told her self firmly and drove out of her apartments. It took her 15mins to get to the highway where the trucks and the lorries were passing the capitol. The cars on the road were racing at the maximum speed possible. Speed...has always given her adrenaline rush. That was why she had chosen to go on a long...very long drive towards the mountains instead of doing anything else. It seemed that her decision was working out to be a better option as compared to siting in her flat all alone and sulking about the things she could not change. 

Wow...speeding the car across 110kmph, she thought that like herself, driving would be the favourite sport or hobby for those who loved to exercise control. It was nothing that could be expressed in words. She glanced at the motels and the huge factory offices situated on either side of the highway. As she drove away from the city, the big trees and lush green fields gave her a sense of tranquility. This was what she needed. She opened the window-pane to feel the early morning cold air. It had the fresh smell of the mother-earth. The things most appreciable when you visit an outskirts of a city in a country like India on an early morning are the fields covered with all the shades of green, the sound of the water-pumps used for irrigation, the birds chirping from their nests which they built on some branches of the big trees, the kids who are more excited to run through the farms than hushing for the hectic day to start, the fresh air and the refreshing fragrance that you cannot buy at even the most expensive store, the smoke raising from the huts that does not seem to pollute the air around it, the cattle and their activities which anyone would love watching (nothing compared to the animals in the city, which like us humans are driven to madness in the hustle). And to top the list is the calm and content expression on the countenance of the people who have not achieved too much in life but they surely have played an important role in the lives of people around them unlike the people like us who become the part of never-ending race of survival in the city or if we are able to cross that mark, to achieve big things in life but calm and content become a distant words meanings of which are only found in dictionary and not in our lives.

To be continued...