A DREAM JOURNEY

                   Strictly speaking, Our childhood is peppered with a lot of tender dreams.As a child, the source of curiosity I used to observe the sky and the flying birds which resulted in my insatiable wish to fly in the sky freed from the strings of restrictions and go over to where I would like as an independent soul.

I and my trusted pilot friend had been going around getting ready for this acrobatic event for 2 weeks.

despite the fatigue triggered by this 2 weeks preparation, we stayed fresh and active looking forward to this memorable dawn. As I was haunted whole the night on the eve by a vibe tinged with excitements and expectations I had to force my eyes shut and eke out the silent yet turbulent hours.

Everything is ready by now.Since we are about to embark on an unfamiliar and hazardous journey I am a little nervous but my surging wish eclipses my nervousness. Having seen off the family members, we walked toward the towering hill nearby the home by the escort of a huge crowd including children, women and men of the village.We walked ahead feeling proud to be blessed to fly in a vehicle that the villagers are yet to see. From the seat of the balloon, I waved my hand at the gathering suffocated by excitement,  pride, jealousy and curiosity and did not forget to take a selfie with the crowd sunk in ovation. 

It might be because I looked like little careless the pilot advised me to sit quietly in a stringent tone which I complied with completely for it is not like traveling in a privet bus on our roods; everything is in his hand.Being saturated with dream realization I looked into the space with awe then I felt my heart beats are in rhythm with my joyous flight. Now from the soaring balloon, the unalloyed beauty of my village is obvious .the zigzag river, the panchayath pool where we used to spent our hilarious holidays back in childhood and tall and humongous trees which equip the ambiance people friendly all of them are like feeling happy for my achievement.

The hill where we took off the journey from sent me down my memory line as a little boy flying the kite in the undying and lucid sky.I was trying to recall that kite which departed me on a holiday evening as I was playing with my friends when a vagabond breeze came and whispered in my ear the ever popular maxim " everything is observed by the one above. As the Balloon started to skyrocket further, the beautiful landscape lush with greenery began to fade and blur. 

For a while, I thought about the real art of God and all other human artists are copying the picture portrayed by this great power called God. But what happens is we are trying to deform this pure and natural beauty when we try to replace the villages with towns in the name of progress.

However, this experience of a journey like this will remain a red latter-day in my ever life.It was not

merely a journey but was a real learning and experience from the lap of a Universal university Called

Nature.

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