It feels like looking at the greatest masterpiece of the almighty architect who allowed us a peek at his master creation.
I love traveling. I love finding new places, tracing the paths of unknown streets, viewing the breathtaking landmarks.
However I could not lead a nomadic lifestyle, I am a too modern person – full of laziness, too used to comforts of a warm bed and ready meal. I admire the people, that choose to hop off the grid and return to the ways of our forefathers.
Back in the old days, travelling was a means of survival sometimes unwelcome and painful. Nowadays, it is a luxury that we cherish and long for.
The small droplets of water pounded the uncanny rhythm on the tin windowsill. I see a pattern made out of water on my window. The drops race each other on the window pane. I sit in the warmth and observe the wet world from the safety of my dry room.
I imagine that the world is a big aquarium, watered by natural monsoons.
The people are fishes of various kinds, all swimming, aiming for the same purpose.
To reach the absolute.
To touch the perfection.
To reach the everlasting truth.
It’s all clear to me, like the water that falls from the azure sky.