Getting lost in Beatles

by Ambuj Dixit (India)

I didn't expect to find India

‘There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be’ - The Beatles And so I listened to the mountains and the sparkly streams shuffling through pebbles so white. Thick forested beauties crowning tall, sprouting a spectrum of colours on the canvas of the sky from dusk until dawn. My mind always drifted away but their embrace brought me back as they spoke to me in a familiar tongue. One not filled with words but emotion, not of sound but silence worthy of freezing time. The birds, the bees, the rustle of leaves beneath the ripe autumn tree. How I yearned and longed to sway away to their voices, for apart from everyone it’s the only place I feel home in. I know not where the road leads, but I trust it’s where I’m meant to be. Finally the words started to make sense to me, it had been too long since I did ink anything down. Having what you would call a ‘writers block’, I was stuck long in a place where no inspiration fell on me like did the Adams apple. Deep within I knew I had to travel for my mind to breathe again. And so, did I, called a close friend of mine and drifted off to Rishikesh in a bus. Being the young lads, we were, it proved to be the most affordable option for the both of us. And later that night, something inexplicable took place. As I sat beside the calming demeanor of the flowing water of the holy Ganges, with my feet dipped in water. I finally realized the existence of freedom, and I could again knit words into sentences.