Long drives are quite stimulating, it gives imagination much freedom to stretch. At times the concentration to imagine is disturbed by few curses over other drivers who dare to take over my driving space. And back to imagination where, yea taking the writers award for literature sensation, and no, the cult following, thank you. Was it my magnum opes. At times imagining self as a heroic spartan beating bad fell as all but with classic fist ” bishum- bishum”. Can you beat it, not a single punch on you, gotcha Steven Segal and Bachan.
And with it you miss the turn, you were suppose to take. More curses from fellow explorers, huh, what did you just said. ” Dude, I repeated it, what’s up are you on iodex, wake up, its a long journey. Shucks, the demon kept comming, I’m gonna slaughter all of em, painful death indeed. Ok, stop, take the left turn, go 3 kms in till you hit the dirt road, another 4 kms right and you’ll hit the camping base.
Its late night and camps are being set, its full moon over the sand dune, the sand spines dancing all over the dune, moon melting the sand into gold, or was it the last sun rays. Loud music, unbearable crazy fanatics, click, and chilled coke glup glup, cigarettes, already warming up the barbecue, ok some one was suppose to get the liquid to fire up the coals and forgot. Some nasty curses. Petrol did the job. Delicious grill, chicken, lamb, kebabs, post dinner tea, another cup and some story telling.
I’m lying down, its a desert night, suppose to be cool. Stars lots of it, can’t count. Thinking about all faces who mattered once and don’t anymore. Time flies. Horse shit!!! Nothing flies, we have perfect capability to shut things off we don’t want to see. I once thought that in life’s journey, excess baggage got to be dumped but failed to clear, at what cost. Now, this starry night, and snores. Far very far I saw the stars dancing
