Living

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 I reached there. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was so surreal. The river so grand was so static, so motionless. Its water touched and wetted the ground so vast. The ground, it stretched itself up and beyond the hills and the highlands. All green and grassy. The pine and deodar trees were just standing, showing no movement and no sign of their existence. But it was hard to leave them unnoticed. Towards the sky I looked, I saw the clouds but not a movement. It was strangely nice and solemnly hushed. It seemed as if the world was paused waiting for a sign to feel free again. Everything was just at halt. Until, the wind brushed past me and it felt as if everything surrounding me woke up from a sweet little slumber. The silence was broken and there were voices again. Two seconds didn’t pass and there it came again, the wind, with its another gush. The trees went crazy and oh the river, it was in a mood of crossing its bounds. Well honestly, I don’t blame her, for she is water and thus aims her reach beyond the bounds. The clouds, I witnessed, travelled with the flow. All one after the other. I picked a few stones drenched in the river water and tossed them inside the river. The immediate, perfectly shaped ripples got me thinking of their beauty. In those 2-5 seconds before their disappearance, they got me thinking how weird a formation they form and still how beautiful they can look. People will throw stones and the water will create the most charming aftermath out of those stones. Even the ripples got curves you see. Well it was simply curious how everything around was initially just existing but eventually I could see and feel them living. Living and feeling free with and of their imperfections and halting. And I still stood there, still.