The Distance’s Flare

I came to Bangalore 2 years ago. Still cannot figure out where these two years drifted. The memories of leaving home are still spry in my mind. July 25 2014. My train would leave at 6 in the morning from New Delhi railway station. I, with my Mom and brother reached the station at around 5:30. My two confidants Akash and Panda also took the haul of waking up at 4 in the morning and came to bid me adieu.

It was a fine morning. The sun was already up and beaming. We went straight up to my compartment. I kept my bags under my berth and came out to have a last minute conversation with my cherished ones. The conversations felt perverse. Why was it so difficult to talk to the people with whom I have spent the most of my life? The meeting retained an aura of gloominess. Just then the train whistled to interrupt us. We realised its time. I touched my mom's feet, hugged my brother and friends making buoyant promises to each other. The train whistled again. The guard waved the green flag & the train hustled. I swiftly went aboard. Mom's face which was pretending to smile this whole time burst into tears. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she waved her hand to me. For the first time in 18 years her son was going to live away from her. My brother seemed sleepy. He just wanted to go back home and sleep. Friends were smiling. I remember Akash shouting something to me. It was lost in the commotion. The train picked up speed just to aggravate the distance between us.

Soon I lost the sight of them as the train moved steadily towards its destination. And suddenly it felt hollow. Cluster of thoughts started going through my mind. I sat there at the entrance for sometime. The rapid air drubbing my face. I could just recite the image of them waving good bye to me. I twinkled. Then I went to my seat and took a nap. Bangalore was still 32 hours away.

It was rather a very dull journey. The beautiful terrain, the rivers the bridges and tunnels had lost their charm. The distress increased with each passing station and each crossroad. Maybe because I knew I wont be able to see them for a long time. Because I was going to a place which was rather strange to me. This human mind appears to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate sadness in the manifestation of recluse.

Life was about to change. I tried to reject this pretentious desolation and embrace the new life ahead. I put on my headphones as I sat near the window gazing at the vast panorama. Everything was going to be different.