A walled escape
It was succumbing inside the Mumbai hose. Among many many human beings, surrounded by their walls, their hopes, their invisible chains, he was too. So, at midnight, when the sleep was on a run, he flew away on his meteor. The city is wide and the roads lesser traveled. Where does he go? It was clocking past eleven. City lights has enveloped the sky. He has this powerhouse inside him. It contains uncertain energy. It is undriven. It is without direction. He rode slower, hugged with stability... Only a voice that reins his blood veins, making him mad, fighting his calm senses, not wanting him stop. He has this urge to fight, to punch on the face, of what, of fear? Driving several kilometers, he reached an unquiet shore. The ocean was roaring in greetings. On his behind, a half moon glew in constance. He sat over the cold sand. He remained whispered and unstunned. As his madness pierced away, he felt larger inside. As minutes passed away, ocean water was climbing upside, towa