The lonely road, not so lonely anymore.....

It’s been sometime that I’ve walked the lonely road. Set amongst the millions of colonies in Delhi, the road seems ordinary, starting from a bent leading to another world. By the looks it is a regular road. Enduring the test of time, some would say it sure is never lonely. Surely it might sound a little absurd that a road can be lonely. But if someone decides to meet the road post 8’o’clock, it’s a different story. Lined by variety of houses on one side, some big, some small, some has children some has songs, some has memories and some just stand along. Lined with trees on the other side, trees which become his pals, trees which help him play; trees which make him feel less lonely. As you walk along the road, the silence of the night might surprise you. The night, a very silent and peaceful night, displaying the songs of the stars and the dance of the moon. Together with the road I notice the changing tempo of the glamorous performance of the heavens. A performance which takes place everyday, but we are so busy in our lives that we hardly get to notice it. It was as if it was just done for the road. To bring up that smile, to make it feel loved, to make it less lonely.

The road welcomes each and everyone with open arms every morning. Wanting nothing in return. Cars, scooters pass over, dogs laze around. It plays the game of hide-and-seek with the shadows of the trees. Moring is always fun, with people bustling with the joy of life, but it’s the night which becomes lonely. As the road waits for someone.

As I walk passed the trees mesmerized with its story. A thought crossed my mind; today the lonely road wasn’t really lonely. I was there, there to share the mystical experiences of the night, there to listen to its whining bright, there to acknowledge the beauty of it all shinning bright.

The lonely road, not so lonely anymore.