Empty bottles and shouting Children
Watching passing vehicles on a high way is a good pastime, if you find time to pass on. Varieties of Wagons, trucks, lorries and other sorts of four wheelers move on, day and night. Two wheelers like bikes, mopeds and bicyles pass on. Each vehicle is a separate entity.Each one has a separate face I hope, even a separate history. They have started from somewhere and journey towards somewhere. I thought of their owners and the manners of their purchase and maintenance. When I observed closely I found that each one has its own tune and sound peculiar to itself. Suddenly my thoughtflow was disturbed. A truck was passing on. Empty bottles tracked in racks travelled in that truck. On every jolt over the uneven road they tinkle. A rare music is heard. They sing a tune of vacuum, the joy in the freedom. It reminded the giggle of little girls coming out from schools. Singing the song of freedom. If you happen to pass a school after the closing bell is heard, you too can listen. Peals and peals of liberated joy. May be the bottles and the children are scheduled to undergo deliberated conditioning. .From vacancy to deliberate conditioning and deliberate conditioning to vacancy, the routine runs on; making the interval delightful. The highway gets a brief rest when no vehicles pass on. Though the truck with the vacant bottles had passed I heard the sounds of the bottles. They were there, and they would be there for a brief moment.
