With eyes closed,
a regular passenger can still predict every stopover along the way. But it
takes a keen observer to predict the unnoticeable thing around. And a sleeping
passenger is another fact.
Maybe a quick
nap, but I don’t usually sleep while traveling via land trip especially a long
day. If I did, then it was no travel at all – it was just another typical
sleeping habit. I’m one of those who find peace just looking at the scenery
from a distance, and so don’t want to miss that.
If I slept on
board every time, then my understanding of a water lily could have been deadly dull. By just
several glances, it explained crisp and clear the stages of this beautiful
flower – from a tiny white bud to a pretty purple then turns a sweet smelling,
pink lily – bloomed.
Do you know
this?
If sleeping in
the bus is another way to kill time, then it’s not worth doing – only sleep
freaks would take the chance – it’s not my thing. I rather watch farmers in
their canoes picking up lotuses at sunrise or sunset to earn a living.
And so I keep my
eyes wide awake for that’s when I learn to value each gift from above – a city
person don’t see much every day. It is in this choice – a glance over sleep,
I’ve perceived that lilies and lotuses grow at the same place and at the same
season – they bloomed in unison.
I can stand
looking at barren lands along the way even if they give no joy in return – no
mark of a lotus or a lily flower but dusts, rocks, and dryness all over. I know,
it's only in a certain place, and a little more time comes a field covered in pink
of bloomed flowers. But one mustn’t fall into a gentle slumber.
It’s true,
a regular
passenger can still predict every stopover along the way even with eyes closed,
but he/she can never imagine how difficult or exciting life a farmer must have been picking up lotuses or lilies to live.
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