Tree lined lane on the way to collegeA Chapter by PrakrutiI have decided, now when I have left my day job and started freelancing from home, a morning walk shall be part of my routine. I leave at 6:30 AM and go to the park nearby. Usually dad accompanies me, and I love that. So, the idea of walking to acquaint myself with health does seem like a right thing to do. I shifted here about 15 days back, when it was hot like hell, and gradually, it is changing. This post monsoon season is helping to decline the temperature, today it was really pleasant. I could feel winters coming. I like the lane leading me to park. It’s a beautiful tree lined lane. The same lanes that lead to my college few years back, it’s splendid. It is lined with different kind of trees, tall, perfectly green, handsome in their own ways. Good secret keepers they are, carrying many stories since years. Stories of birds, their love makings, their nests and their chicks. Stories of ants and their hard work through branches while carrying their food. Stories of men resting underneath during hot summers. Stories of lovers, who wrote their names on large mature tree roots. Those herculean trunks have a lot of stories about heart breaks, too. Next to my house, from where the lane starts, I meet Gulmohur. It does not show its love in a full-fledged manner during autumn, though it will gift me some prettiest orange flowers. And the Neem, he has started changing his colors, faded yellowish leaves are fallen every day, some of them settle with the pages my books with their amazing shape. The bougainvillea looks beautiful as usual. *** He used to walk with me college every day through those lanes. He would be waiting outside the gate since before I get ready and walk along up to the college. At the entrance, before leaving, I would hug him and he’d smile. Silently. He’d lose down my hair and always find a strand to tuck behind my ear, and watch me leaving. I’d go upstairs and watch him from the lobby area. Then he’d leave. Not even a bye, goodbye, we were sure about the same routine tomorrow. On the way, I shall ask for a tea on our way, trying to buy me more time. For this, I cut back on my philosophy lecture or its initial few minutes. If someday, few classmates meet on the way and talked, they’d have to see our weird gestures, and gradually they stopped disturbing us. Many a times, he would hum a soothing beautiful song for me and pink color would rush to my chick bums. Most days, we just walked together in silence. As if I understood what he was saying. I felt the sun on his skin. The smoothness of his malmal kurta. Wind running through his hair. We never discussed studies, newspapers, gossips. It left us alone on that beautiful lane. Someday he’d pick some Gulmohurs for me. And then, it’d be me, him and the Gulmohur flower. The way to college, 10 minutes of walk, was everything for me. As if my whole day was all about this walk along him. *** After 5 years, in these “fast lives �" long distance relationship �"exhausted mind after day job ”, we still have something similar. Our silences talk over the call, at least for few minutes. When it’s raining there, I feel the soothing smell of earth, raindrops on his skin, the taste of his hot tea. He’d say “I so want to look into your eyes, play with that strand and tuck behind your ear.” © 2014 PrakrutiAuthor's Note
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PrakrutiAhmedabad, IndiaAboutAn obedient daughter, a cool sister & a "super sentimental" friend I am. I like spending time alone, may be reading books, trying to write something, creating beautiful things, smelling my old books, .. more..Writing
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