Travel Tales and a Pet

It has been so long since I wrote anything that these words feel guilty to even being typed. What a year it was! It is a majestic mixture, when regular banal happenings collide with sudden changes of plan but it did bring a lot of stories. One such change was the addition of a member, our beloved kitten, Zeus. Unfortunately had to give him up for adoption soon. Thus the travel tales begin, an exile in a different place, once again, to make a new home out of strange lands. 

The Aberrant's Wish

The rains lashed - sudden and unpredictable. Erratic and unsolemn. Ibrahim's fragile and fresh one and a half month old seedling of basil has been braving the unannounced changes in the weather with much aplomb. Such is life for everyone - to struggle incessantly against unpredicted odds. He laughs off the accidental irony of his circular thoughts. After eons, he sat down to think aloud. Reflecting on the changes that his life meanwhile underwent. Effusive changes just like the ones which his favourite company of the moment, the basil, endured. How short-lived the months that had gone by felt like! After that day among the bougainvillea, the direction of his wayward life had taken further surprising turns. Which ultimately resulted him in moving into three different living spaces, adjusting to diverse environments and situations and succumbing to various sets of routines. 

The incondite sentences that he was pouring generously into his invisible journal failed to keep up with his prolificness. They finally evaporated into tittling nothingness.

.... to be contd.

Guai?

The lanes were getting narrow, the shadows starting to loom.

Bougainvillea never had it so good. Ibrahim did not know what to expect, nor was he trying to expect any. He kept on walking. The tunes changed with every turn. Now, this was getting bizarre. How come this was so abrupt yet ever ending! So assured was he of the conclusion that he was no longer concerned with the closure anymore. It was the journey he was geared up for. The wilderness and the wantonness with which the bougainvillea grew, flanking him on both end, made him feel secure, though strangely. May be it was because he was out of doors, in the open land, after a relatively long time. He was getting tired of lurking you see. But from whom? We are yet to see, of course. But yes, all this naturaleza was doing him good, or so he liked to believe. But, he knew that the journey has not begun yet, not in real. No, not yet. Only he was out, finally.


.... to be continued.

Images At Odds

Episodes Climb
One over the other,
Like Lego,
Building stories.

Myths screaming,
Incidental drifts,
Roving repertoire,
And tasteful raconteuring.

Lacquered dreams,
Vessels without sails,
Sleeping in humid terrain.
Beams: psychedelic beams.

Linearity, stillness,
Not much displacement.
Fading glory
Perched in misty mess.