an evening walk ... (1)

... and he looked up again at the wall, its 7:30 pm but he still can notice the reflection of sunlight beneath this clock. This is what he's been doing for last one hour, making himself little restless. Look at the clock then look outside and then look back again at his laptop screen and observe the changes happening in life.

He then realizes that there's actually nothing that he can do about it, so why bother much like everyday? Why not enjoy this long evening with a walk?

"Oh yes! That’s probably a good idea. Let me go for a walk, it will be a good break from this chair & laptop screen as well.” he said to himself.

He can't say this to anyone else because at this time he din't feel like bothering the air & furniture around yet again with this gesture, who have been fairly patient enough to treat him the way he has ever wanted them to.

Alright lets' accompany him for an evening walk and find out what has he been running through in his mind, how does his thinking progresses further & what all does he talk to himself all the way this evening.

"God It’s so damn cold. Din't realize in these last three days at all that it can be still this cold outside despite the fact that people now only talk about the spring which seems to have arrived." he said to himself as he walks on the road outside his wooden air-conditioned house after three days of prison inside.

After seeing the three possible ways to go around, he chooses to move towards more of a residential area. Somehow the wooden houses have caught his attention the most in lilehammer (seems he's gonna talk only about these houses after going back home!).

He keeps forwarding himself with a mild pace looking at the serene landscape and enjoying the spectacular sight of these multi-design, multi colored, small yet elegant houses. Its not just one but several of them, diverse in color in a row makes the sight let his jaws dropped.

"Hmmm so bhaisaab also leaving Bangalore, finally he did what he was thinking for long. This is so true that the deeply buried thoughts somehow find their ways some or the other day. But couldn't he inform a little better way? Teri bike ka kya karna hai!" he said to himself, gives then a wicked smile, eyes blinks for several moments together at a stretch, lips finding to press each other, then lower one meets a teethe, cheeks getting chubbier and he is mute for several moments.

Still staring at one house which he found glued to and a sudden noise knocks his trans-state to bring him back to consciousness again. Besides these wooden houses, even the cars have caught up his attention many a times.

"Hmmm ... it’s so common to see the Mercedez & BMWs here. On one hand Norwegians say that they pay almost 150% of the actual price more for any car due to heavy taxes that they are obliged with, yet there's no compromise on the cars, there's still nothing like Maruti 800 or zen or santro as we have back in India".

"Wow! What a house!" He just admired a house which is no greatly build but for the reason that it had lots of space outside around & it looked so traditional. He's looking down at all the houses, enjoying all the minute details and forwarding to somewhere he doesn't have any vague (st) clue about.

But lilehammer is not that a big place that he'll get lost, by now he knows some or the other road will lead him back to home.

"Somehow this place looks to be so familiar, this i think is 'Storgata'. Oh yes! I saw this shop the other day as well when I came with Bent to buy dinner for him. Yes I'm correct, I remember it was here, people were sitting on the road and enjoying the sun." He has now identified the place; this is the shopping area in lilehammer. What amuses him so much about this place is that it doesn't look like a market at all; it still looks like another residential place.

"Papa was so happy to get the registration done for the house finally but now he's hurrying it too much to get the construction done even though I've told him to undertake any monetary responsibility only after two months. But may be it’s his excitement of achieving something after so long, that too at this age." Seems he is happy to feel the satisfaction in the voice of his father.

"God I think I have walked for about 3 kms now. Oh lets sit down for a while somewhere."

Its not that he's tired of walking or something but that he just wants to feel these moments with a little more ease.

Sitting, breathing heavily, looking at his foot, adjusting his camera, looking back at the roads, the houses, the burning candle at the front restaurant, two girls walking on the side, an aged person riding a bicycle. All of this was giving him a sense of glee, enjoyment or better to say the realization of nature's silent happiness spread around in diverse forms.

"These people are simply great! The way they have maintained the city and their living standards, deserves them a serious respect. But may be not only the people alone, govt. in the first place plays the biggest role. May be not, its probably a combined effort. But had they not been having the oil reserves up north, i think they too must have been struggling like India." Seems he is now crawling between his web of thoughts, trying to unearth several Whys & hows।

to be continued ...