Nine Lives
(Pic: Priyanka V)
Sometimes I feel I have nine lives. One I am living. The other eight are living themselves. Spilling wildly out of my hands like marbles. I have no control over these rolling marbles. They are just rolling out in different directions. Being on wheels in Ladakh was like that. Here I was rolling out on a bike. In a group. But still it felt I was on a roll alone. Alone in the whole wide world. There was just the wind around me. And the road below me. And everything zipping past me like fast-motion film. I could have flown right off the road, off the map, off my web of well-wishers in a second. I could have died. Ended one of my nine lives. But I guess I wasn't curious enough...
And you’ve adapted yourself into a drowsy indifference towards the treacherous tenants…sometimes you look at them and ponder and at times you just gaze out of the window.
ReplyDelete… am just letting my imagination build on the tale of your nine lives :)
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