Long long ago, during a bus ride to Toulouse on a grey day…
I rested my head on the seat in front of me. My small travel bag was hanging from this seat whose strap was between my forehead and the seat on which I am resting my head. Not a single drop of water was consumed from the water bottle I am carrying and I am staring at the half eaten Oreo packet I had bought, in the seat’s small netted elastic basket. I ate just one from the packet which I had brought.
In the twilight zone around 100 km away from my destination, I saw a dance of light on my hands as I held them clutched. The flickering light came from the right side of the bus. I looked towards the warmth. I saw a giant cloud in the shape of a tortoise shell with the sun behind it trying to lurk out towards me just like the head of a tortoise from its body.
As bus kept moving, shorter trees along the road made way for a clearer view of this giant shell of cloud between a brown and a bald head in the right side seats of the bus. Two smoke trails emerged from this giant cloud. The trail was gaining length as two airplanes were flying away from this cloud towards left.
At this moment, dark gloomed over the bus as it entered a tunnel. A few moments of ride, few moments of darkness with little light and then at that moment we emerged into…
A beautiful landscape on either sides. Green land glimmering under the golden light at the golden hour of the day made small hills with little houses made of red bricks on top to shine bright, even from the farthest distance. A bridge made of stones with many giant pillars supporting a railway line between the small hills on my left, reflected the warmth of the bright light and hence the stones seemed yellow in color. To my right, a valley sheltered many houses than it’s opposite side. There seemed enough light to shed over these beautiful small houses, even though they were closed to the direct contact of Sun’s warmth as a small hill stood between them.
A little curve along the road towards right, made the sun rays shower the light to wake the sleepy eyes that were either slept or were lazy under the twilight ridden bus ride to Toulouse.
People woke up from cold to the dance of light.
(PS: I got to know that this is my 150th post in WordPress blog. I have no idea what to tell. Keep checking out folks for more posts and thanks to all who are constant supporters and at times appreciated the work. )
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