Goa
Many years ago my friend had a
home where this road ends on the banks of a large river.
Once in a while, on early
mornings or quiet afternoons, I would find myself on this road, riding the silence while coconut palms converged over me even as others parted to allow me a ride through the stillness, breaching the quiet of a Goan countryside.
I never looked back to see the
tall coconut palms close behind me as they surely must, letting silence hang in
the air once more.
Their shadows marked my passing
in neat intervals and I might as well have been making a river crossing by
train over a truss bridge, the struts casting their shadows in the window at
periodic intervals.
Like a bubble travelling through
stillness, my presence on the road was only tolerated for its transience,
opening a path for my passing before closing behind me; the quiet once again
restoring stillness and sanity to the country.
My friend no longer lives there,
having made his home elsewhere, and I hardly take this road anymore.
My memories however have found a
home where this road ends on the banks of the river.
And they’re fine memories of a
time long gone.
8 comments:
Yet to explore this beautiful piece of GOA.
Great photograph.
You have a knack for storytelling. Would not be surprised if you come out with a book (or perhaps you're working on it? :-)
Rachit Aggarwal: Thank you.
What About The Girl: Thank you for the faith.
Good to see you here, after a long time.
Maybe yes, maybe no, but a secret for now :-)
I relate to the last line. A good way to look at things. That looks like a lovely place.
This is lovely.
Riot Kitty: It is a lovely place. Thank you.
Susan Scheid: Thank you.
Seems a never ending road. Nice capture!
Nevin: Thank you.
Post a Comment