It all began on any normal Saturday. I had an early morning lecture and breakfast at Yorks.
Then in a spontaneous burst of ‘something-i-do-not-know-what-to-call-it’, we decided to watch the movie/musical ‘Across the Universe’.
I am still uncertain whether it was the psychedelic colours, the art and the poetry or the Beatles songs that is to be blamed.
All I know is, that it happened – The Big Idea – due to the dizzingly exhilirating effects of the movie.
We decided to bunk college and go to Matheran to shoot a pilot episode of a TV show.
Im sitting now, at a table that is years old with crumbling wood and scattered with unidentifiable pretty planty things scattered all over it.
Sunshine caresses my skin like it never has before, while faithful (tch!) Jignesh lies at my feet.
I look up and theres Hobo looking down at me singing something with Vikram.
Chirmi hollers something to do with water and I see strawberries and shortcakes whenever I close my eyes.
Her sadness and the strawberry-ness intertwines with all the peace and pleasure that runs through me.
And I lie in bed murmuring to Hobo about how after over a year I dont know how to function without her.
Theres something in the air.
Something about the way sunlight streams so perfectly through the trees. Something about the way the leaves crackle under our feet.
The way something inside me comes alive, more tranquil and at peace than I can remember.
The way it makes me free of thought and sanity – and I can sing and dance on roads and paths without caring.
Theres something about the chill in the air that makes my skin tingle and glow.
The way no matter how hard you look, you’ll never find even a teeny area of Matheran without stretches and pathways of trees – trees at every crossroad, every highroad and lowroad.
To QU-ASI. To The Beatles
To Walking on Sunshine
To the coolest "neighbours" ever.
To Hobo imprints
To the something in the air.