Hills and rivers.

Now, after you have heard Suzanne Vega for the past 24 hours, and you have traversed across the vast plain lying besides the mighty river, and crossed the plains and highlands of that matriarchal society, it appears impossible to me that you are not speaking in rhymes. But than, you yourself decided that you are not going to indulge in rhyming any more. Would you defy your own self?

What is all this fuss about solitude and loneliness. Two different words for the one and same thing. Which you have had experienced across its length and breadth.

Arriving here, at the banks of the mighty river, I found one book, which I had traded in my previous life. The book was used to convey what I felt to a spirit who used to be the source of all my feelings, back that time. Now, she scribed all over the book one liners, in pencil, and I was reading them now. It appears strange to me now, that all the signs which I thought were positives translate so differently now. It is not that I still bear any remnant traces of longing, but, it is strange sometimes, and very interesting to look back at the codes which we created long back.

It is solitude than, which I had in my mind when I began writing, but this river, with all her current, determines what you think, whenever you come close to her. And I have been close to her for last 7 years.

The story begins and ends with rivers. For his birth was between two rivers. Not Tigris and Euphrates, rather, two unknown and obscure rivers, but than rivers always give birth to civilization, however obscure their origin may be.

Solitude, you said. Solitude is man's existence, for his mind is always his, always impenetrable, never ajar. It is the craftiest of key-makers who can find a way, and it is the most able buccaneer who can find his way through. But than, to recognise this as the prime form of living is such a waste, as you shall find thousand living around. It is so hard, to exist and never to extend your hand. But, than again, what is outside is just a reflection that is seen on the inside.

Enough rants. It leads nowhere. Still, it says what I want to say. Some day, I shall edit this. When I cross the hills that is.