The rain was as unpredictable as the food they made at the food outlet adjacent to the bus stop that no-one frequents and no bus stops at. The highway had trucks lined up during the night and was almost deserted in the afternoons when I rode 25 kilometres from home just for the heck of it. I watched people sitting under the bus shelter; my bike parked on the road, being washed by the downpour. I wanted to walk into the shack and order something to eat, probably Idlis, but I didn’t. The noises around weren’t deafening but loud enough to not let me concentrate on my thoughts or the memories that rushed through. For some reason, whatever I’m surrounded by had a soothing charm to them unlike the peace at home that came with responsibilities chained to it.
Chaos feels like freedom.
-BHARATH UPENDRA
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Bharath writes of that feeling that overwhelms many of us at different times. Breaking free – not only physically – but mental liberation from the rut called life. The rain does often evoke sadness and contemplation, and the need to just get out and drive or ride. I’d say twenty-five kilometres is quite a stretch and maybe some chai and pakoras could have hit the right taste buds. And let’s forget about responsibilities and the long chains that drag behind them. Savor a few sweet moments of freedom…
Congratulations Bharath!
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Thank you 🙂
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Love this poem and your last line struck “home” Bharath.. lovely and congrats! 💖
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Congratulations for this lovely piece. There is definitely something that is refreshing and calming to me about a good down pour as well. It is similar to the washing of the earth and the cleansing of our minds. You described this so well. Blessings to you.
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This is a great story, both emotive and thought provoking.
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Love the summer rain and the summer crowd. They can make me so alive.
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