It was an hallucinating trip on a high road with his loved one. With the darkness besieged(as it lacked street light), the road was a boulevard fluffed with pin drop silence just as silent as a haunted graveyard, as though the acoustics was fixed intact. The more he progressed, the more the darkness intensified throwing him to swim among to answer billion questions that swept over in his brain, in every neuron that constituted his brain. The supportive spouse dug every trace of bravery that was dormant within her to motivate the trembled husband who always carried a lite heart as a symbol of bravery and a signature of “devil may care” attitude.

Though her words spat out with a concrete tone and uninterrupted flow, there was a colossal difference in the way she held her husband’s shoulder.  This time she impinged every fingerprint of her each finger on her husband’s shoulder on and off; perfectly proportionate to the fathom of every jerk, each time the bike fell in the clutch of pot holes.

Fear engulfed from all around, path turned blind, future blanked out as they traveled further. He decided to proceed on; waiting to know the worst destined to happen. Though he prayed for a safe landing, all the sections of his heart pumped a fearful instinct instead of blood from each possible direction. Nonetheless, the worst was not so far. Driven by his instinct, he engaged the gear to decelerate, perhaps the very next cycle of rotation of his front wheel gifted them an opportunity to ride through a journey influenced by gravitation.

Yes, it was a hardcore abyss; seems to have developed a hardcore thirst for living beings. It welcomed 2 living and 1 non living object with its toothless but pointed-edges filled mouth wide opened.

He brandished his hand to look for his wife; a desperate act that popped up driven by the responsible nature which stayed active in every oxygen his blood carried. His attempt to grab her hand – an appreciable endeavour nevertheless in a wrong direction, however was not completely in vain. When he held it, it was motionless and rigid. Yes, it was not his life carrier, but his mechanical carrier.

The vehicle humbly obliged to the destiny determined by gravity; as it was heavy the rate of influence was decided accordingly. He was pulled by the vehicle with the same power through the 2 wheeler, as he clung to the handle bar of it. He was hauled upside down with his leg banging the jaw of his loved one. She assumed it to be an alert and seized his leg to realise that the speed with which she flew doubled.

He poured every single energy he possessed into his vocal instrument to push his voice to reach her, just to convey “I am there for you, don’t worry”; a frantic thoughtful effort to communicate his concern for her. He heard a reciprocation “I know you are there for me”, but it was a composed tone which fell right into his ears, as clear as a whisper. The voice continued to flow which said “Now wake up. Its time for work”.

“Thank you for your time & Have a great day”

Saturday, 22. May 2010 um 4:37 am Under the Category Beyond Imagination. Trackback.