Traveller

The very first time my mother's healing touch tapped my forehead, I felt God's travelled down here in this peculiar earth to heal me up from the fever. A sunken soul released out of me, turned as rejuvenated as a fresh lemon leaf and I touched the toes of my mother as per God's very secret advice from the previous night. I wasn't a vivid worshipper of travel until and unless I felt the presence of God everywhere slowly trickling down through the silver streams of time. Time's travelled a lot, even I call it the best traveller it's seen Jesus dying without any vice just like a poem dies without a reader's embrace and time's probably poured all the sobs out freezing the moments and collecting the snaps as if it was to unravel the malicious truth in front of an ignorant crowd, later, very later to repeatedly portray the sickening death of its precious child and people have travelled enough to size these epic memories up in a 24 hour, "Christmas"! It's tasted the same poison Socrates drank for his cruel deed of renaissance among the youth of Athens, and yes time has travelled through a sickening era of its huge loss like a hollow human body without its organ! It's seen through the ages that the countries suffer in a subterraneous syndrome of travelling and entering into each other's territories to stand as the best fitted emperors and suck the last drop of blood from its innocent folks. Time has seen a lot, freedom, battle, idols, ideologies, love, hatred, blood, responsibilities and then with God's appeasing permission shaped itself up to the pages of history ; Now history serves as the best traveller! and we, humans know the utilization of books. I find the books as avid tourists as they skillfully make rounds of the world and then coalesced with the satisfying words, curious pages to turn as books. And all these existential procedures, God's evolutionized in as many forms as he could to insert the mesmerizing journey of this universe since its very creation. We, humans aren't except of the flow, each and every moment we breathe, we travel, as a traveller voyages from a place to another like we do through the voyages of emotions. The next time if someone asks, "Are you a traveller?" Nod your head, singing the lullabies of a nomad. ~ ©storytellersuchismita