We were chasing a crazy work schedule in a sweltering city far away from home. And, then, suddenly some cancelled plans made way for some impromptu adventure. Needless to say, we grabbed at it like little kids grab at toys.
It wasn’t much really, especially, if you measure it on a scale of commercial entertainment, or, culture. It wasn’t a trip to the mall, or the museum, or a fancy lounge; wasn’t even a packaged tour. It was just a ride out of the city, away from the beaten track; far away from the traffic, the chaos, and, the noise, where the pace of life is just as fast as the profuse sweating induced by the humid monsoons, much like the spouting of a fountain.
To cut a long story short, we ran away to have an impromptu boat ride in the height of the monsoons, fully clothed in business attire; and, we sailed away the old fashioned way in a dingy boat across a small, but, full river that seemed to be gurgling along happily to meet the sea somewhere down the line.
Even the weather turned kind to aid us in this conspiracy. The rains stopped magically as soon as we boarded the boat, and, the sun mustered up a faint shine while the boatman ferried away at his own pace, lapping up the waves, and, the clouds scattered themselves high above, across the blue sky, like fluffy cotton wool thrown to the wind. Just for a bit, it seemed like Time had lost track of itself.
In retrospect, I remembered my Dad’s favorite lines from the famous poet Jibanananda Das ‘Abar asibo fire Dhanshirhi-tir tiree’…yes, I will return someday. Or, the memories will stay.
Stolen moments between work, before we had to run back again to chase Time.