The Brush of God!

This was a journey which I had done a zillion times, by bus, car and occasionally in my dreams. Except for the last mode, typically it takes around 2 and a half hours. The road to Chennai from the land of Pi has come miles and bounds from the days of the 80s. Undoubtedly, one of the best roads to be made along the Indian coast, the East Coast Road (ECR) brings with it fresh updates from the sea in the form of the ever flowing steady breeze, coupled with some distinct road making skills (probably done by an IT company) with very little defects and version upgrades.

This journey was nothing different at all. I took a very ordinary - deluxe bus - as they call it. The crowd in the bus ranged within the whos who in the social front. As I sat in the aisle seat, my favorite on any transport vehicle, 'sir sun' was getting ready to retire to sleep. He had a tough day, ensuring that all those who ventured out, young and old, underwent equal ratios of perspiration and pain. After all, thats part of his minimum requirement along the tropic of cancer!

Artistic as it should be, the sky presented a strange combination of colors. With no clouds between my eyes and the moon, a light blue color spread its wings uniformly followed below by a lightish grey shade. Below the gray shade was the lowermost band of the orangish or pinkish or light red - for lack of a better term - a 'color dish'. What was significant wasnt the colors in question, we have seen them from time immemorial - but the blending therein. One couldnt distinctly see where the blue ended and the grey began or where the grey ended and the color dish took off.

So suttle and so effective was this combination, and the breeze from my right was helping me enjoy the moment in a dazed manner. Really wish we knew what brush God used to help create distinct colors but with invisible but still effective boundaries. The time was well past 6 and the farmers had all left for their homes, distant as it were, from their fields near the road. The gentle sway of the coconut trees, in communion with the breeze from the sea, the sun smiling its way to sleep, the suttle color combinations and the fading light. And all this was so natural and non-intervened by the human. The only irritation here was the stupid movie which was playing in the bus, blaring its volume!! (I really wish I could sue the corporation on noise pollution aspects.)

As the sun set, darkness fell, the bus rolled on, trees came and went, the breeze dipped and blared - my mind was still stuck with one thought. I have come back to where I belong. Belong I always did, but never did I spend the time to be here, with an 'evolved' mindset. The approach earlier was to get the chance to move on to a distant land. Now it is time to settle back in my groove, in the only place in the galaxy I can truely call 'Home'.

And what better way to decorate it, but with the 'Brush of God'!