The Slopes Of The
Hill
I realized I’d waited too long. The bearer of the dark and
long-lashed eyes was not going to be at Lohia Park
It was quite late, there were quite a few cars with their
headlights switched on whizzing by, but I was under the impression that
patience would be handsomely rewarded with at least an hour of her company.
I looked forward to the moments I spent in her company every
day. They had been the most relaxing and soothing times of the day everyday for
the past two weeks. This was when I forgot all the stress involved with being
unemployed.
Her company did bring down the shutters of the shops that
distributed feelings of inferiority free of cost. An inferiority complex had
been pushed into me by excited shopkeepers eager to get rid of their
counterfeit merchandise before police officials conducted a raid and confiscate
it. Her company made me feel better than anywhere else in the world. I didn’t feel I’d pushed anyone down, but I
felt as if I’d gone up a hill.
The hill was quite a high one. I did pause for a while to consider
the appropriateness of my high perch. There was no way I could possibly clamber
down the hill however much I may wish to. The height did make me a bit
uncomfortable. I felt like apologizing to her for being at such a great height.
The slopes of the hill did afford a lot of adventures. I’d missed out all of them. Had I met her on
the way to the point where I was standing, things would heave been different.
Life would have been quite different! But the slopes of the hill were so steep
that it was simply not possible to pause at any point. I wanted to explain this
and more when we were to meet at Lohia
Park
Apparently, she had already guessed all this from the
conversation we had had over the past few days. She was in search of a mound
when she found the hill in me. She must be enjoying herself standing atop the mound---may life be a bit
easier for her!
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