Scribbling:
Tragedy of wanderer:
“Travelling made him feel alive, he felt as if being on the top of a hill facing winds from the Himalayas, full of life and magic. And today again sitting inside that train compartment was making him feel similar. Though not for the first time; it has always been a favourite. yes! he was feeling his blood flowing again, especially after a night of panic-attack, Oh! He really needed to get out. Staying at the same place for too long made him feel like dead, like that smelly pond, stinking of itself suffocating, chocking of own smell. It was same for him, he wished to look outward sometime, to breath fresh air, to fuel a new sense, a new question as constantly looking in made him sick. Seeing his own self over-powering him, it was too much for him, though that’s what he wanted to do, his ultimate wish, but not in hurry, he wanted to feel it slowly and how? by travelling.
Sitting by the window of swiftly rolling train through those very still farms and fields, woods as if in a sense of contempt, lost, slowly entering into the darkness, knocking at the door of night by dusk. Those tiny bulbs flashing now and then at a distance gave him glimpse of darkness and he wondered to know, what else lies there. Darkness erases the difference between being and being not. Everything lies inside and yet nothing exists. As he wondered!”
~ Praveen Parasar
Tragedy of wanderer:
“Travelling made him feel alive, he felt as if being on the top of a hill facing winds from the Himalayas, full of life and magic. And today again sitting inside that train compartment was making him feel similar. Though not for the first time; it has always been a favourite. yes! he was feeling his blood flowing again, especially after a night of panic-attack, Oh! He really needed to get out. Staying at the same place for too long made him feel like dead, like that smelly pond, stinking of itself suffocating, chocking of own smell. It was same for him, he wished to look outward sometime, to breath fresh air, to fuel a new sense, a new question as constantly looking in made him sick. Seeing his own self over-powering him, it was too much for him, though that’s what he wanted to do, his ultimate wish, but not in hurry, he wanted to feel it slowly and how? by travelling.
Sitting by the window of swiftly rolling train through those very still farms and fields, woods as if in a sense of contempt, lost, slowly entering into the darkness, knocking at the door of night by dusk. Those tiny bulbs flashing now and then at a distance gave him glimpse of darkness and he wondered to know, what else lies there. Darkness erases the difference between being and being not. Everything lies inside and yet nothing exists. As he wondered!”
~ Praveen Parasar
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