COLORES INFINITUM
They were moving from one place to other. One of them was driving and
the other was looking outside.
They were not talking to each other. None of them questioned each other
why they were mapping the city roads that late in the night when it was pouring
incessantly.
Probably, rain was the reason that kept them hooked to the motion of
their thoughts that found a continuum in the motion of their vehicle – from one
street to other – from one road to other – from one landmark to other – from one
pathway to other.
They understood each other and felt it was a mutually agreed thought to
spend some ‘more’ time like that with no care to define that ‘more’.
They both found their points - and their music of the moment in the
falling raindrops.
For the moment – they wanted to remain in those moments only.
The one who driving was in an ecstatic mood after a rewarding day and
was looking to find the resonance of his elated mind in the nature’s music but in
a ‘restrained, balanced and peaceful’ way – on a raining, enlightened night – something
that he had come to feel during the drive so far.
His companion, the friend, was pensive after a long day that had not
gone the way it should have. It didn’t matter anymore if it was expected or
unexpected. He was looking out in the dark, with the flow interrupted with
flashes from lightning and streetlights, to clear his mind of thoughts, to get
onto the path of healing, hoping the raining night would be able to enlighten him
to read the next.
The night was getting younger. And it was still raining.
