Were we holding hands while sitting on the bench? I don't remember. The two of us were staring at the lamp post that stood upon a well trimmed grassy mound. The light shone brilliantly sparkling the grass and the moths swirled in excitement flickering the light bulb with their fragile wings. I looked above. The stars seemed very distant to me from the usual closeness of foothills back-home. I told her so.
The people in the park were mostly there in search of cool temperature and free space. We talked to each other about that. The oppressing heat of Indian summer made things impossible for anyone to venture out during the day. The children were now happy to play and yell at one another. We both had a hearty laugh recalling how both of us had been rolling sideways down the mound like crazy stupid children when there
was less crowd. An old couple had now occupied that space. That was our favorite spot in the park. She remarked about my brother pointing out that love between siblings were rooted in childhood. We stared at the children playing for a long time.
I remembered, it was a nice feeling to come together this far with her in a crowded city of millions. A city where millions thronged to change their destiny every single day. We were here for the same reason and more. More because we wanted everything in life together and didn't quite like the idea of separation. We had survived the city but the idea was sipping gradually that it was not enough. There was an air of uncertainty regarding our best laid plans. So we talked about our ambitions and returned to our flat with an exasperated look on our faces. Worried with the thought of how can a single person make a difference in a sea of able millions?
To make a difference you are required to take many journeys. Journeys are important because they take long teaching you many things in life. Like beautiful memories that stay rooted in your heart even if you never see that person again.
