I have been to few places in last few months.
I grew up between two Villages, my mothers and fathers. Roughly 50km distance, it felt like two different worlds when i am a kid. Now that i travel that distance so frequently, with bikes and care it’s just a short trip now.
From my father’s village, go straight take a right, straight to a small town, Straight from there you will find a mountain range, on top you will find quite a big water reservoir. That’s where i jump from 30 feet into. Go straight from there you will find mines, i don’t know what exactly they are, but they output stone slabs. Mostly 2-3 inches thick and all ranges of height and width. You will find marketplaces for this all alone the road. Go further, you will find piles of wastage from these mines. stones that they couldn’t find any purpose for. All alone the road, stretching. Take a right after a while to reach my mothers.
This is the same path, where my first vlog was filmed. I was on bike, alone. All excited, for the road.
Empty, this land so empty.
this agriculture land dry or green
It’s irrelevant to me
Occasional villages along the way
With people, happy or sad
I am not concerned
Dusty town roads
My lungs won’t mind
There is this soft mountain, besides a town
Man made formations on top
Some Say it’s a temple
21 years, i have never seen it myself
Reminds me of how much i don’t know
People around me
Trust is just a gumble game to me
Barren land with cream brown stones
Dry brushes, green grass tastefully spread
To shade old stones
Few tombstones, along the way
On farm land, build by there families
Nothing above ten feet from the ground.
On a sunny day,
With squint eyes i stare
After a while, i zone out to
Think about your mom
At night, it’s dark
Dark hear, dark there
Stalls on sides of road, lit two, three LED
You can see light start and fallout
It’s mostly me that’s empty