If you’ve a river for company—one which moves, but very subtly, as quietly as the clouds overhead you know that you’re in the midst of solitude. I had a similar experience, seated on a ragged boulder on the edge of river Barvi which moves along my farm plot. It meandered unnoticed and unhindered as the mid-day sun played hide and seek. I could see its depth, the tiny fishes moving without disturbing their surroundings. Not even forming a ripple. How wonderfully they do it? I wondered.
I felt blessed, to have escaped from the maddening rush which we urbanites surrender ourselves too. I felt happy that I my mobile was ‘unreachable’ to my immediate world. I checked the sky and found couple of kites circling closer to a cotton-looking cloud. This suddenly made me realise that I was not alone.
Chalo sahab, Mangal announced having collected a bucketful of river sand breaking my reverie and the silence.