Talking of choices, though, makes the mention of a journey much obligatory, the choice of going away to an anticipated new year break; into an unplugged and solitary land; in the dusty and deserted region of Rajasthan.
In what was expected to be bunch of busted memories and couple of days at leisure with mischievous plans of the bro-code arising in the mind; we forget the basics, that we only have the power to plan, the outcomes are indeed balanced on an intangible gauge; and the actual occurrences often turn out to be different, though better than planned in our case, of course!
It begun with an overnight travel and cut short, here we were, in the middle of the Thar desert, in a town washed away with a golden hue; swearing at the soul-freezing temperature as it chilled down our spine, a few hours before the dusk. The trauma that we went through, courtesy the atrocities of temperature, was rough, but was aptly rewarded, and in the best possible manner. What I must refer to as a visual treat was skies, empty, deep strokes of blue gradually going lighter towards the east, the mist all around was a magical veil that had carefully hid the beauty of the town that’s said to be golden, in its blanket over the course of that night but the veil began loosening its hold with onset of the morning sun; the open roof overlooking wide stretches of empty, deserted, land meeting the sky at horizon showcased the dawn in its frame; the rays, mixing in the palate of skies, hues of yellows and oranges, were quite a sight. The next moment we saw it, the sun gradually rising from the land, and its warmth very feeble, though, fueled us somehow, or perhaps it was the poised perfectness of the moment that plugged in us, a pause.
It did feel special to be able to witness, what-would-be-said, the last sunrise of the year, and philosophically, it was a bounty that I had realized is granted each day, only for us, the trauma, ‘which in my case was the brain-freezing coldness’, often tends to overtake this reward from us.