14 Rs for an hour of happiness Sir!

I stood there for a bit, she had not yet come. There was an eerie stillness to the place, eerie because it compelled me to look inside, unlike the din of the city which always managed to steer me away from myself. The bicycle stood parked against the backdrop of lush dancing fields and the semi-circular horizon. The cumulative effect was very peaceful, yet extremely disturbing. There were huge boulders to my left, placed precariously on top of each other; I constantly wondered how they managed to stay that way. To me this arrangement seemed the work of a little boy, collecting pebbles from a gurgling stream and then carefully placing them atop each other. Once he had accomplished what he had set out for he would jump in a triumphant glee, but soon they fall apart. I imagined his face, and the inconsolable dejection it would bear. The boulders seemed a natural fortress to advancing armies, there were none I knew, but probably at some point of time there might have been. I felt secure being shielded by the might of them. There she was, approaching me hurriedly. We cycled down the small slope then, we never knew there was one, but once we encountered it, it brought out the most genuine emotions of exhilarations from us. The bicycles meandered through the fields, under the peaceful blue skies and the unconcerned trees. Every single second seemed ecstatic. Then the road ended and we crashed on the bare ground. My chest heaved and thin drops of perspiration raced down my face. Even in that apparent exhaustion there was serenity and a peaceful smile on my face. It would have made a lovely photo and if the two of us in some way related, a beautiful and heart wrenching story. There were none to click the photo and we were just two apparent strangers cycling in an unknown part of the country, but this moment was a very memorable one, probably because I was so much at peace with everything.