It’s amazing isn’t it? How life amazes us every single living second? You gaze at the blue sky wondering how it all turned out to be what it is at this very moment. You look around . It’s beautiful. It’s serene. You are surrounded by people you love. There are flowers blooming, leaves swaying with the cool breeze. I call it serendipity.

It’s quite remarkable that most often we don’t end up with the people who we planned it all with . Generally we end up with people we never thought had even the slightest chance of being in our lives. We then look back in hindsight and justify that this is how it was all meant to end but that is never the truth.

It is said that the bonds developed in fraternity and in the army are stronger that blood bonds. It maybe because we get to choose or it’s just an illusion that we got to chose them or life just chose them for us. Maybe I am heading in the direction of philosophy or I have stumbled upon a fraction of the truth that rules over our very existence.

“If friendship is a fuel, the supply of it is not endless”, said Salman Rushdie in his novel “The Ground Beneath Her Feet”. This idea stuck in my head like a cat engulfed in a ball of fur. No matter how much I tried to take it out of my head, I got even more stuck. It is said that if you have three solid friends in your life, consider yourself wealthy.

Here I sit under the trees, watching the lake laughing at old memories. This laughter is not human, it’s sharp, it’s shrill, it’s flowing out in every direction bringing the whole spectacle to life. There is no care of the world . There is no care about what had happened and what might take place the next second. There is no pretension, no lies, no deceit, no condescension but just happiness and life in its fullest.

The day earlier we were on road. The gritting noise of the bike making the journey even more invigorating. The road extends far away in the distance reaching upto eternity. The bike glides on the road, my hair moves with the hair grazing my forehead once in a while. The ever extending stretch of trees on the both side of the road looks like mountains. A faint drizzle sends droplets of water crashing against my face, and the coldness of the drop sends waves of energy running through my body.

I grip the accelerator of the bike even more tighter, and rotating it lightly I accelerate it side slipping trucks and other vehicles. We race down the road against each other, sometimes winning sometimes losing but the never losing the elation that grips our brain. On reaching the bridge which opens to the amazing landscape behind it we decide to take some pictures. The picture is supposed to remind us of those times and to look forward to even better ones.

The bridge moves under the weight of the trucks crossing it but are determined not to leave until we have the right frame. Finally it’s time to head back because for another good thing to start one good thing must end.

Finally we are back at my friend room listening to old Hindi songs which I generally refrain myself from listening to but today is unlike any other day. We talk about old crushes and unrequited love. I am happy for this since he has found someone and hope I can find the same sometimes soon.

If this is what living is then I don’t wanna stop living and as my trip comes to an end I am not sad, I am happy that I will get to enjoy this again very soon.

We get to realise what matters in life when we have lost it all. So why lose it all in the first place .