Burn out, I stepped out of the Indian Biotechnology Research Institutions(IBRI), drenched in sweat and stress, and with exactly one emotion prominent on my face- weariness.
To my left, buses moaned and screeched to halt and to my right, tourists' chattered and bicycles whizzed by. In all the commotion, I could hear distinctly, the siren of the ambulance, wailing near-by. Every street that I took a turn on, roads were piled with garbage, almost as tall as me, they stank of sewage and unwashed socks! All I wanted was to reach my apartment.
As soon as the keys clicked and the door unlatched, I crashed on my couch, trying to rid my ears off the cacophony. My mind slowly buzzing off to the village I grew up in.
The sight of the lush green grass, the Petrichor, the cows peacefully grazing the fields, permitting the milk-maids to milk them. Honestly, the captured visuals in my mind were way better than I could have ever imagined. All of those sounds were a melody to my ears. In simple words, 'My Dirt-Free Village' was a safe haven for my mind to wander off to.
The street lamps, stubbornly shinning into the night, as if they simply loved to share that amber glow of theirs', regardless of if anyone admired it. Under their steady watch, the brown hay stacks piled(as compared to the garbage) upon brought a nostalgic feeling, notion of being care-free under the rainy skies. Ponds glistened under the star light, without the slightest bit of contamination. So pure to take a big gulp right out of it.
All we could look upto was the clear blue skies as opposing to the smog and pollutants.
That was the 'village' where I had been, where life had been, the turning of the skipping ropes and the shrieks of the children, running about gleefully with the biggest and most innocent smiles ever!
It's quite analogical because the frustration represents the noisy polluted cities, blocking our minds off any positive\logical thinking through all the noise and commotion, while a peaceful mind denotes the 'dirt-free' village.
Imagine, a huge orchard, the massive and majestic trees stand so high, and right below them the fragile orchids making a huge impact in your mind.
Speaking of, William Wordsworth managed to capture it so precisely...
"For often, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or pensive mood.
They flash upon that inward eye,
Which is the bliss of solitude."
A perfect epitome of my narration...
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