The Special Place

She sat on the steps looking at the scenery. For all the changes that life had gone through, this place alone remained the same. Exactly the same as she remembered it. The chants from the temple, the cacophony of the birds from the woods nearby, the gentle sloshing of the oars over water….the only place where she went without the ipod.. The visitors to the temple too seemed to want to respect this. Human sounds were minimal and that was so refreshing.

The sun was returning home with a blush. Fiery reds collided with the gentle orange on the sky above and the river had already made this into an art work below. Coconut trees were silhouetted against the sky and so were the birds returning home, just like a kids drawing. This wasn’t the first time she was here, yet she felt she had never appreciated it this much ever. This place reminded her of the thoughts, dreams, the aspirations she had had for far away things. It was a time when she had craved freedom, change, some noise to replace the silence. It was a time when this place had become too familiar.

Far away on a bridge, a train sped past. Before, when she had looked at the train, she had imagined herself boarding one and going away. Today though, she felt pity for those who were looking out from their windows and wishing they could go explore this place. She was the lucky one who had a few minutes to sit back while life sped past.