When you are in the middle of nowhere, you realise the insignificance of the silly nuances we have every day. When stretches of green surround you, and life goes on, where no heed is paid to whether your tea has the correct amount of sugar, you can finally see. You are able to notice now, how the peacock looks at the coal crow with envy, and yearns to soar high. How intensely the sun shines on a roadside puddle, highlighting an insignificant ripple, immortalising it in your memory.
When a vast grey stretches ahead of you, and you know your destination is calling. It tempts you with the mystery of songs unheard, but wouldn’t you like to listen to the blades of green that surround you, hum their notes again?