60 MPH

In my head, I am riding a bike on the unruly roads of Himachal Pradesh, infamous for their extreme, unpredictable landslides. 

I'm listening to Illahi by Arjith Singh, probably, while also looking over for potential landslides.

Where will this road end?- I keep asking myself, praying that it doesn't.

I've always liked the long journeys, the music in between, and the aloneness.

Hair open, no internet connection, and I am riding my bike at 60 mph on Himachal roads. Slippery and yalks walking the sides of the roads.

Do I get to see an alpaca?- I am asking myself.

Then I come back to where I am; back in the office, in front of a computer, counting likes and followers on social media.

I don't complain, it gets me money. Something I desperately wanted for a very long time.

But then I see a different dream, every day, every minute.

I see me dancing amid the godly crowd of Thrissur Pooram. I let the vibrations rock my body as I hear the holy music. 

"Will Vadakkumnadhan despise me if he knows I am an atheist, ?"- I ask myself while dancing with the crowd.

"I'm an atheist too"- from somewhere inside, Vadakkumnadhan replies.

And then I am back, for a brief period, walking up and down the depressing hospital wards. Doing my job.

I don't complain; it's my first job, and I am Thankful.

For the next round, I am sitting inside a tree house, sipping hot coffee, looking out at the rainy forest. I can hear the sounds of the jungle. Scary at night, calm while there's still light.

The weather is chilly and I wrap the blanket around my neck as I sip the coffee. I turn on the phone to hear music and for nothing more.

I'm back again at the office, looking over at the clock, waiting to be 5 pm.

I set my bags up at 4.50pm, and wait the next peaceful 10 minutes.

I punch out and go outside. The weather is humid, but there's wind. I play my favorite songs on my phone, pick up my helmet, and leave for the day.

Hitting the road; Hair open, listening to Illahi, for real this time!