Journeys of the Destinations

The street lights on either side of the road sprinkled golden light on the road. The bus was moving on the smooth roads,  taking steep turns on every curve it could see around the bushy trees.

At times, the bus would keep on moving straight. For so long that for a moment its motion would become doubtful.

Sometimes, the bus would pass through a black patch where the lights around were dimmer. It would feel as if the bus was moving towards nowhere and this sensation would cloud around me that now, when I had been engulfed into this land of nowhere, I was lost.

The bus would roll over the bridge over the sea and run over the wide lonely roads from where you could even see far off tunnels, fishing villages, sky scrapers on the neighboring islands. The views were not only breathtaking, but so promising. You knew, where you were heading. Certainties brought peace.

While I was busy observing, I noticed some co-passengers talking in the language I didn't understand. After a few stops, they would get down. The next ones would mostly be silent and would fix their gaze on the road. Some would talk loudly on phone in the language I understood. Some were inaudible. Some passengers would exchange smiles and some would frown at your sitting posture blocking the way. Some attractive faces would disappear and some sad expressions would prevail.

The young-couple passengers would look for last corner seats to kiss. The elderly ones would search seats suiting their knees. Passengers with shorter distances would be vigilant while last-stoppers would sit relaxed. Passengers with shortest distances would stand near the door, peeping out every moment impatiently.

The journey of life was no different than the journey of this bus...

The dark patches on mysterious roads were the uncertain times where we were impatient and craved to see what lied ahead. Wide long roads with no obstructions were the peaceful times when we could see all that we thought. Sometimes, living at same pace, life would look stand still and with every curve, it would uncover a new landscape with a jerk. All we probably need is trusting life.

Likewise, the people. Co-passengers. They are all those people who meet us in life. Some for a short while and others for even shorter. They come and go with or without promises.. with some meaningful, some untimely and weird reasons. Some leave with good byes and some leave abruptly.. some leave beautiful fragrances in memories..some express their blankness.. some sit on front, some sit behind and some with you.. Some talk and some smile. But the fact remains.. everyone will move on. None comes to meet you, but we just meet.

Even though we want some to sit with us for a little longer.. pray for traffic jams, flat tyres, and wish to delay the journey.. but ultimately, they would get down at their stop... look back at us from the window, and wave.. And we would see their images getting fainter every moment.

Journeys unite us but destinations separate us...