A Summer Spring (travelogue)

The First One

I was waiting for something to lighten up. There should be some kind of plan to ensure I'm normal. I shouldn't be just normal. I must be more of an adventurer. How about I go somewhere where no one has been? What if I got robbed? What if I got attacked and nobody gets attended? Alone is dangerous. Alone is not an option then. I must find someone to be with me, to enrich the tour. Let's look who's better in the contact list. Oh! I should change my phone. Nokia E5? Who the hell am I?

The road down to the bus station isn't just a road. It's steep. It feels like one should hold on to a rope to climb down to the streets. Cousin Kareem's home is on a hilltop. He was unwilling to come along with me. I thought it won't be fun. Kareem isn't entertaining. He just bubbles words out of his mouth to keep the women laughing. I don't. It's disgusting, all of his jokes. Better not label them as jokes. It's bullshit.

The road is made with huge rocks combined over cement concrete. They won't slip off the ground. On either side, when you climb down, you could see paths to different houses. You can even jump to a roof top from here. I paced slowly; each step carefully as if it would lose my grip to the rocks. One thing is for sure, you could die hitting your head on the bottom if you weren't careful.

Yes Ejaz. Let me check with him. He should be free. His phone was ringing.

'Hey, how are you?'

'I'm good, listen hey. I'm here all bored and worried. What say we go off on a trip to somewhere green and cold?'

'Yea, I was thinking about it too. Where have you planned?'

'Nah, I didn't. I was hoping if you'd suggest'

'What about Munnar then?'

'It's not that good. The touch has gone. Let's go to Ootty'

'Ootty is it then, I'll meet you at Calicut Bus station'

'Alright then, say 5?'

'Five is it. Bring some more cash. It's my first time'

'Mine too. Let me see if I'd get some'

Wow! That was fast. There are still a lot of buses to Calicut right now. If I get on one, I'll reach there before three. It's ridiculous.

The rain clouds had blown by the summer wind. The ferocious sun rays landed on the tarred platform like mighty soldiers. The drops dripped from the ceiling of the waiting shed on to the dirt shattered on the tiled floor. It mixed together and moisture spread. The scent touched deep as I inhaled for the bus to arrive. But, when it came, I sat there like I had more time to spare. It began to drizzle and people ran to shelter with hands on their heads. They didn't want their day ruined by silly cold. Nobody wants disease. In fact, nobody likes cold. It ruins the refreshment of a person.

There was a crowd striking against the disloyal activities acted by the government. The party chief has a lot of controversies. She/he should be brave enough to face them. The main factor I hesitate to support the politics in India is their view of people. In one side, they bring progress and the others destroy it because they weren't allowed some things. That matters to this part of the community while the others strike for a different system. The whole idea of taking from the rich and giving to the poor is pure nonsense. These kinds of people are demolishing the law of equilibrium. How will it ever bring peace if there is no one to balance it?

The buildings around the bus station sort of made me proud in the growth of my village. But, still. Nobody cares about how neat it should be. Ejaz is from Tirur. His village is far more advanced than mine. There, it's really clean; everywhere. The village itself grew from the people supports. They shared good ideas to enhance the attractiveness to the city's growth.

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