Lost Solitude

This chennai evening was much like the others.The same old dusty roads.The very same hot breeze blew across my face making me feel as if inside a heated oven. The rhythms of monotony dancing along the pavements. Life was caged in iron bars with a little space to breathe. The only masti was in chatting n teasing n running about the pavements with my friends. Friends when i say is five.It is the four and my brother.Paata,corby,chuchu,raghu , popeye n my brother imroze(cannot miss out roby.. ).Let me tell you about all .Paata, the cutest,chubbiest n livliest thing in our group.She is short n she is lovely. She has a cuckoo voice which pulls everyone. Have you ever known paata means dustbin?(She would kill me for this.) Corby,the mistake master. She is tall,fair,filled with a lot o sense. She has those lovely wide eyes n one cute smile.I cant still understand how she tackle all the things.Chuchu the kid, the most innocent.She is dark but beautiful. I cant help envying her.Her black eyes,the naturally curved eyebrows n her long hair(never to forget),she is simply a beauty.But one thing she should do is to hold her temper.Raghu,the short fatty guy. Understanding him is difficult. One thing i can say he is a big secondary storage.But not to forget he is the most gracious person eating everthing we cook.Popeye, it is a recent arrival imported from kolkata. He is a stick eats much but never seen.He laughs loud.He always speaks of technologies n revolutions ,the knowledge bank of our group.Talking about my brother he is simply superb.He is always there for me.We had a new friend with us the pappa-boy, i call him. He is a fair,hefty guy who speaks less, almost nothing which puts him out of place.
We had walked out of our air-conditioned tall glass-cased building to the burning truths of real life. We started walking slowly towards the moon. The starry nights which i lost long ago. The walk was the only pleasant thing in a day .The monotony of life was spraining my skull.The realisation of lost self was pricking my heart. Solitude was creeping back up to me . It was then the scent of a long sold dream beat past me. I couldnt stop my wings fly to the heights of an eagle's flight. Its where i realised the presence of more souls at the same height. It takes much to understanding. It costs much to trust. It is the sweetest to understand n realise the moment that u trust. It was at one of those intimate moments u feel lik hugging thos of whom u lov the most. Reaching the big compound gates i can see one of the sweet souls turning invisible but its still hanging around somewhere like a ghost in the darkness. Walking still the only thing i could hear was the roaring vehicles along the road. In between i could hear the laughs of popeye. I suddenly woke up from my realisations when i heard the screeching sound of brakes. An auto had upturned.People were shouting and crowding even though it was a daily sight for the city folks. I was shocked by the sight. People were being pulled out one by one but in such ease that u feel they had been doing it everyday and finally the auto to stand.I was pulled along the sight by paata who herself got carried. Walking back o my realisations,it was this day that i saw a new gleam in an old face. I could see the face at the same height for the first time. Sailing there alone none to glance. From then we joined n formed the trio,the terrible trio because its always silence which talks the best.As we reach the signal the only thought so energising is the fight with the auto wallas n finally charge towards our destination. Nights at chennai are seemingly long but always had the goodness of sleep.