The Flyover
We came out of the movie hall at 1.30 in the night after the last show. Relieved is only word that comes to mind when my friend asks how was the movie, relieved it is over. There were seven of us and no one was in the mood to go back home yet. So we decide to take the long route back home via the highway. We all were having such a good time, joking and chatting as we were riding our bikes. Then I saw the flyover ahead on the road and I think an adrenaline rush kicked in.
I went full throttle. There I was on the flyover at 2 in the night, with the cold so biting it brought tears to my eyes. But for the brief moment that I was on the flyover, it felt so good to be among friends, to be at home. These were not just any friends, these were those people with whom I had grown up learning every lesson in life, sharing every detail and laughing away all problems. They are my sanctuary . I had a kind of “flashback” of all the good times we had, a quick rewind n play. Then I saw the end of the flyover, I had to slowdown. I didn’t want to but I had to. It was then that it hit me; I had to go back to college, away from these bros of mine, in just a few days. I don’t want to go back, why do I have to go back. And I know the answer to the question which I ask. Because life is not fair, it doesn’t give us any choice, we have to move ahead along with all that is to come. Ill always remember this ride.
Under the Night Sky
This is about us three friends. One doing engineering in the jungles of Jharkhand(this is me), one doing CA in the busy city of Nagpur and the last guy doing medical near the beaches of Goa. We meet for like 5-6 days in a year and obviously have a lot to catch on to. And so we do in a very awesome way.
After having dinner with our families, saying prayers and kissing good night everyone, we sneak out of the house. The doctor comes to pick us up in his Chevrolet and then we go off to a big field nearby. We park the car at the very far end, switch of the radio and then we lie on the car. We stare at the stars as we tell each other how our life has been in the past 12 months. The best thing about this all is the peace and quiet around. The slow breeze flowing carries you away from this world. You feel so small among the stars at which you gaze. One night we even saw a flock of migratory birds. The feeling of sharing everything with my bros is so good. It feels like confessing to god himself. Because they don’t judge me, they just listen. We joke, we laugh, we advice, we envy, we feel sorry and sometimes even shed a few tears. We have so much to talk because we are practically like from different civilizations. We lie there lost for how long we don’t know.
These “nights” are very rare with so much else to do( actually don’t want to piss my parents off running away like this every night. They always make the extreme conclusion… booze and all) But we always are ready for these night-outs.
