This is a sequel to my short story Meeting Mira. If you haven’t read the previous chapters yet you might want to do that to make sense out of this sequel. Here are the links:

Chapter 1: Meeting Mira | Chapter 2: Hot Samosas | Chapter 3: The Blue Paint | Chapter 4: The Monsoon

I was waiting at the canteen table for Arjun to join me. I would usually wait for him before grabbing the irresistible hot samosas but couldn’t do it this time. It was a rather chilly day after the beautiful rain. The canteen was packed as usual. I was lucky that I managed to find my corner table. It had an interesting view. There were railway tracks that intersected with such great symmetry. The trains would go roaring past it - the inter-state express in particular.

I poured some ketchup on my plate to finish my samosa. Arjun wasn’t here yet. I pulled out my little poem and went over it and wondered how Arjun would like it. Arjun had a good eye for art and creative things. And besides he always encouraged me to try new things. I guess sometimes people see more in us than we can actually realize or discover. Great friends really know you and they are triggers to the unexplored talent we may posses.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to rush back to the new block for my elective class. It was a good five minute walk to get there. I preferred a stroll - the block had beautiful landscaping that was such a pleasure to the eye. The sunshine was still playing hide and seek behind the clouds and the gentle rays made all the green leaves look fresh and vibrant. As I walked past the path and started entering the building I wondered where Arjun had been. Maybe he took a day off and was exploring out with his new camera.

I drove down to his house soon after college. He was home. I could spot him standing on the terrace. He waved at me and asked me to come over. Arjun’s house was filled with black and white pictures taken by some of the well known photographers in the country. The staircase leading to the terrace was filled with pictures of the sky. Some of them were very dramatic.

“Hey Arjun, what happened?” I inquired.

Arjun had that mischievous grin on him. I was sure he had a lazy morning.

“Vishnu, have you ever seen the sky more beautiful?” he questioned me pointing his hand to the west. I couldn’t agree less.

“These are the days when you have plenty to learn. Things that would never be thought in classrooms or written in books. You have to see it, feel it and be in it.” remarked Arjun. I really knew what he meant.

“You are right. Absolutely right.” I replied.

We sat together for two hours talking about a lot of things. Sky, rain, my poem and our days at school. We truly relived our memories. Arjun was very happy that I started writing again. He made one good remark about my writing - “You write your heart out and not bother about anything else.” He was quite right. I almost gave up on my writing earlier because I was trying too hard to write something that I never felt. Writing with a strategy and ‘target audience’. It didn’t last and it didn’t work.

Arjun had spent his morning clicking pictures and just lying down on the easy chair looking at the sky. Sometime we really have all the time in the world, are truly free in our minds and have everything we need to feel good. And he really made it look so real to me. I was taking home so many wonderful thoughts and views. I went back to my pen. I wished if I could pen down something. There were a lot of things I wanted to write about but couldn’t really get started.

As I was recalling what Arjun told me, Mira came to my mind. It just felt that she had also been gifted by limitless time and ability to express. Maybe, I should write about her. May be I should write to her? It felt as if lighting struck me. I was so charged up about the idea of writing to her. It wasn’t a bad idea at all but with one small problem. I didn’t have her address. I wouldn’t ask Amma about it. Arjun should have some ideas. I couldn’t wait to talk to him. I was quite restless and took me while to fall asleep. It must have been a long night.

I woke up realizing I had had multiple dreams. I could vaguely remember one of them. It must have been my early morning dream - I had gained magical powers to walk in the sky and could hop on and off any cloud to get to places. I also met a few people up there but by now it was too hazy for me to recall. I pulled myself out of the rug trying to feel the floor. It was cold. I wondered if it would be colder if I were walking in sky. I smiled to myself. It was time for me to start my day.