When i see my best pals travelling at night, I also wish to travel at night…..The journey began with this happy thought. It was seven years and i did not go for a night trip because of the busy life. So finally getting a chance of night travelling with Dad,was the reason behind my smile that day. Dad was busy in driving the car and i should not disturb him by my talks… So my companion was The Moon. The moon was 3/4th visible and was looking at me through the glasses. I and The moon were talking with each other. I was cherishing it through open glasses of the car rather than the window of my room which i opened midnight when i was insomniac and talked to moon for hours. The scenery was just like a reunion of me and the moon. As winter begins the Cold nights of October just starts to get mesmerized. The cold winds hugs the soul .The empty roads of villages with dim red lights and the shades of branches shining with the moonlight tempt the eyes. And if we keep our eyes on roads we also get a chance to see fireflies on the roads. Then i seen fireflies, i recalled the stories of many animated movies …where the prince brings fireflies for the princess. And besides that the mellifluous music of Kishore da was happiness. The next thing that i seen was few ladies were making food on fire with wooden sticks in a field and there were around 6 dozen of sheep’s sitting at a corner …few were little ones too in that gang. The men were taking care of its sheep like a caring father. Then Dad told me that ‘sheep – keeping’ is a business for them as they breed twice a year, and each breed is sold for 12 to 14 k and then how wool earns them money ….and at many placers the lamb is used as food. I felt bad at the food one thing. Dad also told me that the milk of sheep’s is of great use .If a bone gets fracture ,soft massage with the milk of sheep’s heals even in fractures and bone cracks . I was surprised and happy to see how useful ‘animals’ are to humans and how cruelly ‘humans’ kill animals for food….. Lost in deep thoughts…. My happy evening was now having a mixed emotion of sadness and care for that baby sheep’s. We moved ahead further. It was Full moon now and the dark night was enlightened by the soft glow of moon. I have heard that ‘owls’ can be spotted if we travel late night and so my eyes now started spotting every tree in search of an owl. I haven’t found the owl, but seen many other things. The old trees, giant branches and roots spread in and out of the trees. The tree leaves were shining brightly. And then I noticed a weird thing that many trees beauty was spoiled with some red and green clothes, flag type. I remembered I have read somewhere those souls who aren’t satisfied after death finds their home under old trees. So I thought if these clothes were blanket of the souls, because it already started getting cold. Now fear started occupying my head, I found many shadows and my brain imagined them to be some old lady or any child soul. So I closed my eyes and slept on the back seat with fear. I knew if I said dad about it, he would laugh out loud, so I kept it to myself. But horror movies and horror novels, which I have read so far had all at once started to be back to my memory. I slept than thinking of ghosts, I spotted them sitting with me in the car or hanging on the car’s dickey or the window’s ….. And then I heard whispering of my name in a low voice …..Dixi, Dixi …wake up Dixi I was sweating and pretended that I am sleeping …….i closed my eyes more tightly ….Again the silent voice came. And then I shouted, daddy save me. He asked, ‘what happened little girl?’ I said…. ‘Daddy some ghosts are calling up my name’. He started laughing and said it was he waking me up. I breathed a sigh of relief and told him the whole things that how fear gripped me. Then he consoled me and told that these flag or other clothes tied on trees are from the temples. When the old one gets replace with new ones the priest puts them here and there are no ghosts……….and with a pose looking at my scared face he completed There are no ghosts, who wear blankets. We both laughed. Daddy stopped the car at a tea shop. We got down there. And the cold night was now merged under the beauty of thousands of stars and Moon. Moon winked at me as if he heard story of me and my da of what happened in the car … I looked at it in anger and then he said “sorry …don’t scare me , you cute child . And then came out hot tea, the aroma of ginger and cardamom was flying in the air. A cold night, hot brewing Masala Chai and with it some Parle G biscuits are just awesome combos ever. The tea seller was a Punjabi Sardar G and knew dad very well so he was conversing with Dad and then I seen something was there at my left feat, near the ankle .If felt soft so I didn’t mind but now it was moving so when I looked down I found that there were some rabbits in playing there. Omg , I was just seeing most cutest rabbits ever . They were munching on the biscuit that fallen by me and were fighting with each other. The rabbit were white in colour, with red eyes. They were shining brightly and were cutely fighting. I never seen such beautiful rabbits …I took one packet of biscuit and started giving them. Now some five rabbits came and started eating biscuits cutely ….I never touched rabbits but to eat biscuits they started climbing on my ankle … I was jumping with fear and happiness and climbed on table. Looking at me, Dad said “Don’t be afraid, take them in hand.” I smiled and said, no papa I am afraid of them. He said me to take a rabbit with me to home …..But I was happy to play with them there and taking them home would be breaking their gang as well as I thought they are happy in their tea shop more, my home for them won’t be freedom…. Then moon commented, “Yes, you are right” …….At your home you don’t even look at me from other than window. I WHISPHERED, “HEY, Dear Moon speak slowly my dad is sitting hear only and if he see you flirting with me he will fire you.” Rabbits ate the biscuits, now they loved me. Rabbits and me laughed and Moon was burning with anger in the calm hours of darkness. Saying them a bye …. We moved back to car and drove to our destination. The night ended…..cherishing for many such nights.
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