For a change, I slowed down the bike as it rained. For a change, I never had my rain coat. Neither did I bother about my wallet nor about my cellphone getting drenched in the rain. I just rode in peace through the passing rain. It was a Sunday and again for a change, i wasn't riding back home from work. It was day off.
While it continued to pour, I reached my apartment and walked to the landscape area. I lit my last B&H and smoked it as i watched it pour down at 11 in the night. It felt good. I hope it was the rain and not the large vodka (which I had an hour before the ride) that gave me the peaceful easy feeling. I was not alone. There was someone standing at her balcony distances away from me who also was cherishing(i hope) the rain. I don't know who it was and I don't care, as it was immaterial. Before I could reach the flickering end of the B&H stick, the rain did send me through a moment of introspection. Looking back at last 5 to 6 months of photojournalism, my life, both with and away camera has taken me on an interesting ride on a roller-coaster of emotions. It has made my cry, laugh, scream with jubilation, helplessly watch the motions of defeat, and marvel at the complexity of life on this planet. I do not regret anything that has passed me through. I am glad for having within me an experimental psyche which hasn't been completely opaque to experiences of life. At the same time nor has it been completely transparent to let things go through, without me getting entangled in the web of life.
In the web of life, you are the spider and you yourself are the prey. Its an interesting game where you take turns to play both roles. You got to struggle and learn to break free from the web.
The burning stick came to and end. And so did the rain
Good night
While it continued to pour, I reached my apartment and walked to the landscape area. I lit my last B&H and smoked it as i watched it pour down at 11 in the night. It felt good. I hope it was the rain and not the large vodka (which I had an hour before the ride) that gave me the peaceful easy feeling. I was not alone. There was someone standing at her balcony distances away from me who also was cherishing(i hope) the rain. I don't know who it was and I don't care, as it was immaterial. Before I could reach the flickering end of the B&H stick, the rain did send me through a moment of introspection. Looking back at last 5 to 6 months of photojournalism, my life, both with and away camera has taken me on an interesting ride on a roller-coaster of emotions. It has made my cry, laugh, scream with jubilation, helplessly watch the motions of defeat, and marvel at the complexity of life on this planet. I do not regret anything that has passed me through. I am glad for having within me an experimental psyche which hasn't been completely opaque to experiences of life. At the same time nor has it been completely transparent to let things go through, without me getting entangled in the web of life.
In the web of life, you are the spider and you yourself are the prey. Its an interesting game where you take turns to play both roles. You got to struggle and learn to break free from the web.
The burning stick came to and end. And so did the rain
Good night
