As we were walking past these places after appreciating their presence for pleasure of vision they provide, we had sweet conversations. Although the conversations were short...they had deep meanings. We talked about dreams, books, galaxies, places, music, people, ideas, life... there was just no limit to topics we kept talking about.
I asked him, "At the dying of light.. what would you want to say about life?"
He said, "I always have thought about it. I went so deep into this question even to a point where I couldn't understand a thing. Later I realised...the answer could be as simple as me saying-wow! Now that was hell of a rollercoaster ride!... with a grand smile"
I literally thought it was funny! I'm still wondering if his level of creativity as well as the depth of his idea about this concept is below or above mine..either his answer is fully excellent or dull..
I wanted to ask him about why he was out there in the park... with no money or food. But then I thought... how better it is to leave things unexplained.
He asked me about my passion for traveling...
"I don't really talk about it a lot, on the top of that I think it's gonna be more strange to a stranger" I hesitated
"Well you can tell it to me exactly because I'm a stranger."he insisted
"The thing is...from my childhood until I graduated...I was living in a prison. When I say prison I mean I was living in a house with no freedom of basically anything. I have lot to complain but let's talk about my travel history since you asked. My parents never took me out to visit places. They didn't even allow me to hang out with friends. If school ever planned for field trips or picnic ycs I was always kicked out of it. The only places I could visit was... my home and my school (via school bus obviously). Although they sometime took me to visit relatives of mine who had nothing to say other than pointing out how ugly I look. Shrines were one of those few places I ever visited during summer festivals. My parents didn't do it because they were being protective of me... they were just running away from their responsibilities. I wont dig deep into it any further but you get the point here. I just had sorta parental issues which has suppressed my wanderlust, in short . Later when I graduated I demanded to live separately, which wasn't any of their concern. So I left home. Got a job. And settled down here in Yamagata."
"You must've had a hard time right?"
"Absolutely! It was the first time I was really living without any parenting. I was 21 years old when I got out. And you know what?I was superbly scared of catching busses or calling cabs on my own.
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Something so normal was scary to me..isn't that funny?
I saw the real world for the first time..thinking to myself - where was I living up until now? But what kept me going was an inaudible,exhausted whisper from somewhere that threatened my bones to burst through my skin and fly away! As if some mysterious internal force were propelling me in the wrong direction, leading me toward another world. Being young is chaotic...lives lost in anything but reality, minds wrecked, hearts marooned in the backwaters of time,bodies burning with pointless desires ..."
"No wonder...you are someone who is capable of beautifully contemplating something as typical as city street."
"Yeah. Travelling can sure teach you many new things but different people learn different stuffs. Although I didn't travel much...yet even the slightest experiences... forced me to learn how to appreciate every little moments of life in absence of luxurious joy."
After talking to him I felt as relieved as someone would feel after meditation.
It was getting too shivery so we decided to head back to my place. He was about to leave after thanking me but I urged him to stay the night as it was dark and cold outside. It would be too reckless to take that risk... was the excuse I used to convince him. Something so silly. Almost like I couldn't be anymore serious. However it worked on him. He stayed back. That night I slept so peacefully than ever before. It was as if the brisk air was running in my veins... I understand... this might be a weird description of a feeling but that's what it meant.
Author's note: hey guys! I'd very much like to hear back from you Yeah on what you think about this chapter. Hope you'll be having positive amendments ahead.