D.N.A. Awakened

There is a hillock near the place where I reside. I used to go there often on exploratory missions. On such trips I was accompanied either by my howling friends or brooding thoughts. It was on one such trip that I realized the broader perspective of my existence. I was with my friends on that hillock when we chanced upon the sylvan forest that made its presence felt on the other side of the hillock. It had an incomprehensible charm around it and with every passing moment, I found my immunity against this lure, weakened. One look at my friends and the nodding heads said it all. Teasingly enticing, adrenalin rushing and our exploratory genes challenged we scampered off towards that mass off dense foliage that perhaps had waited for an eternity to have its virginity stained from human footfalls. We failed to find a trail and so we did the next best thing- we created one. Buzzing with excitement we foresaw ourselves as the founders of the Lost World. But mock indignation was in store for us. We were greeted by an eerie silence that had a hint of mischief in it. We stood there transfixed, in that moment of uncertainty, absorbing the sights and sounds, the latter of which, was appreciably none. Unlike any other forest, it had no visible signs of fauna. It was as if time had stopped. The haunting silence overwhelmed our presence and rendered us almost into non-entities. But gradually the sense of awkwardness began to retreat and the silence magnified itself into a compassionate and friendly hug. And we would have been naive enough not to reciprocate that hug. So, we made ourselves comfortable upon the fallen leaves hoping against hope that the least time could do was, to stand still. Each one of us was too spellbound by the aura to render his thoughts into words. And it was apt. The prevailing silence to be broken by mere words? The very thought was considered blasphemous. And there we were- four kindred souls from a concrete forest discovering our moment of truth in nature’s lap. It was pure bliss and there is a dearth of words that can ever do justice to that moment.Yes, I discovered myself via an unbiased perspective and gained a new insight. Sometimes silence has the loudest voice.

Life is all about lingering memories which make their presence felt with consistent regularity. Memories, pleasant and unpleasant, yet an extension of our past. Sometimes it brings back euphoric moments and sometimes downright embarrassments. Yet these are the cherished souvenirs of the days gone by. I would like to share some of my experiences, if they can be rightly called so, some events that have had a profound impact on my thinking brain and me.Pardon this rambling vagabond if he digresses from capturing these experiences because there might be greater concerns jostling for his attention.