I sat down in the rickshaw and plugged in my earphones.
I put on someone’s version of the Claire De Lune. 🙂
The rickshaw started and I was on my way.
Twilight had just begun to set in, and it had rained just half an hour ago. 🙂
My world had bathed and cleansed itself. 🙂
It smelt pure and looked sublime.
I guess it must’ve been pretty noisy outside. I heard some traffic noises over my music but only at times. 🙂
Only when the pianist took those quintessential, untimely pauses between her notes.
I saw people strolling as they tried to avoid puddles. Trousers folded. 😉
The women holding their skirts up, trying to keep them from getting wet.
It had a mystical beauty to it. 😉
It quenched a thirsty soul. 🙂
For sure, there was chaos all around me.
But there was this tranquility amongst all the chaos. This quiet, whisper of a promise of happiness between the notes of the piano. 😉
I did smile, though. 🙂
Why? I wonder why I smiled, but I did. For a moment, that was enough. The world was there in that moment. The million anxieties on my mind seemed like trivial thorns in my foot. Thorns which didn’t even hurt. 🙂
My melancholic isolated place in the world seemed charming and beautiful. ^_^
Those gentle, secluded notes on the piano, though secluded between pauses of silence, seemed like the most special ones in the Claire De Lune, for every note had this small distinct echo to it. 🙂 An echo which validated it. An echo which made the note just as important as any other sequence. 🙂
And I smiled, in some rickshaw stuck in another Saturday evening traffic jam. 😉
I left after the party.
I didn’t get a rickshaw this time till I strolled for about three kilometers to the rickshaw stop. 😦
I put on the same tune again.
As the music started, the music of my life stopped. 😀
Parties are fun, no doubt. Going home after parties isn’t.
People do feel deprived of all the company that they’d have had just a while ago.
Unless you’re someone who knows that people fade and so do memories. Like the ones you’ve just made.
The second you walk out and go home, the charm of the night gradually starts to dwindle. You realize how much your body hurts, and just how weary you are.
That’s what was happening with me but it didn’t matter. Even though my legs felt like they’d crumble. 🙂
I was searching for a rickshaw to go home. All alone. Gazing at the glossy neon lights of the chaotic and alluring city glistening on the wet roads. 🙂
God, I wondered how many people would have dreamt about and hoped for better tomorrows here. How many of them would’ve been as lonely as I was then. It was infinite. 🙂
I finally found a rickshaw. 🙂
The driver asked me for twenty bucks extra. I reluctantly said yes.
If only there was someone I could split the fare with.
I plugged in my earphones and the music started.
The first few lonely notes between the pauses which whispered about a promise of happiness. 🙂
Drowsy, exhausted, with shoes half soaked in puddle water and pretty isolated, in a rickshaw stuck in the bustling city traffic on a Saturday night, I smiled. 🙂
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