I have no one waiting for me at home...

The dark-cold deep leaves and the wet-grey road…..As the tiny drops of rain hit my windscreen….I feel elevated, Ecstatic with the waves of Tiesto.I blow out the pain in smoke with another drag….just as the ash falls on my charcoal coloured jeans….I feel alive in the pair. Cruising along at the speed nil, I feel static. The momentum seems infinitely consistent.

I look up…and I see far away, as the colour of the sky changes…I trace the freefall of a tiny droplet. The time is still…and I say goodbye before the tiny droplet hits and dies…just white blood! And we call it water.

Mazda 6, Holden Barina, BMW Z1….the rickety old white coloured Com’dore warns me with the dim dyeing brake lights…..and the speed descends….I am comfortably numb!

A part of me….always aware….prone to stupid needless observations conducts the most random analysis….Friday evening, 6 pm, a remarkable time of the entire week….every single soul feels bit different….perhaps in different ways, but different!

What I observe is the whole flock of Monday to Friday, 9 till 6….the dominant species. They all seem to be the same to me. All with the same desperation to enter the weekend mode, reviewing plans, trying to exit the city as quickly as possible. There’s this tension in the traffic. It has started to rain heavily causing the fleet of human invented moving objects to surrender to the mighty nature. Once in a while, nature enjoys proving its point.

I am cool. I have no reason to rush. I have no one waiting for me at home.

It’s a great feeling! Indeed great, but am still trying to figure out whether I am done with the company of my loneliness.

But, I am cool. I don’t care how long it takes to get home. I confirmed, I have smokes, I have water and there’s abundance of oxygen in the air….nothing more I need to survive for some time. So, I cruise along with the rest, very calmly!

The aware part of me is a very restless and inquisitive sort. I look at the face of the red Toyota Camry parallel to me. I see desperation, and restlessness. The urge to elevate from the position and just fly over the crawling traffic and beat them all is quite apparent from the facial expressions. Perhaps there are kids waiting for red Toyota Camry at home.

I am cool. I have no reason to rush. I have no one waiting for me at home.

There’s this tension on the road. No one wants to wait…perhaps there is someone somewhere waiting for them.

My eyes catch this distant frail figure very slowly walking. It’s dark, cold and wet. I try to adjust my retina and the pupil of my eyes….still a distant frail figure in a very slow motion on the footpath approaching towards me.Suddenly someone honks in the next lane. The noise deviates my attention and I see an old blue Hyundai Excel trying to change lane, but being bullied by the flashy Merc behind. Of course, the Mercedes has to prove a point. The sole in charge of the traffic on the streets finds it is a duty to tell everyone their fault. Fair enough!

I have hardly travelled couple of hundred meters in last ten minutes.

I am cool. I have no reason to rush. I have no one waiting for me at home.

I look back at the footpath, completely forgotten about the distant frail figure in a very slow motion on the footpath approaching towards me. The figure somehow transformed into this old lady. Old but strong! Dressed beautifully in the Celtic patterned long skirt and a jacket, she has her head down. I see she’s drenched in the rain. Wheeling her little trolley after her grocery shopping, of course she has been in the rain for a while.

For a second, I wondered, ‘Why didn’t she check the weather forecast on google.com?’

But she isn’t bothered. But the new Holden Barina next me looks annoyed and frustrated. It is quite annoying sitting in your centrally heated new car, listening to your favourite music, sipping on Coke. Of course, it is tough life! I feel for you Barina.

The old lady doesn’t seem bothered at all. Unaware of the extent to which she is wet, she is comfortably wheeling the trolley in the heavy rain.

I lit another cigarette, just when she walks past the passenger’s side, something happens, she looks up, right inside my car, into my eyes….with this innocent smile, knowing all I have been thinking. I froze….don’t know why! Perhaps that energy from her eyes, perhaps….

She is moving very slowly, quite happily enjoying whatever nature has to offer.

I am amazed! I try to smile back, but she’s gone..

I look back, and I hear a horn. Unsure, I look at the front. The traffic is clearing up.

I need to move….move ahead!

The tension is still there on the road,I am amazed; she has gone….probably still wheeling her trolley somewhere in the rain.I am cool. I have no reason to rush.

I have no one waiting for me at home……