Have you ever got the time to travel in your space? Every day when I travel to office, my personal space wakes up and it literally helps me to live in my own world of imagination. It is the time when I live away from the maddening crowd or hectic schedules at office or routine chores at the kitchen sink. I travel back and forth in my space and let my imagination run wild. But all these can happen if I get a place to sit. Otherwise, my thoughts escape vaguely into the air and fail to materialize into a beautiful poem or a story, which can make other people to feel in the same way I have felt.
Whether I travel by train or bus, both means the same thing. To travel within my space, I need only a vehicle that will take me in a moving trance, with its movement. The bus or car with its four wheels, a train with its numerous wheels can trigger my imagination and let me go wild within my imaginary world. Let alone for the imagination, wheels become the necessary thing to get motivated to write down any poem or any story.
Every day it takes more than forty minutes to travel to my work place. In spite of traffic snarls, I never miss the chance to take a stroll in the lanes of my imaginary world where I can let my hair down and throw away the mask that I wear in my day-to-day practical life. I select people from the crowd to be the interacting characters in my imaginary world. They roam around and talk to me in person. Though the real person still maintain the distance and stand away from me, the wave length of my thoughts reaches and interacts in depth with the soul in the other person. This exercise is quite fascinating as I don’t get the matching frequency often. Rarely my wave length meets the exact one with the same vibration. When I find it out, I can feel the excitement within me and I feel happy and elated at once. This requires a strong walled inner mind that cannot break the barrier and let every one’s soul tap your hidden potential to dream and imagine vividly. So far, I have found only one person who vibe well with my wave length, and let my thoughts enter the hidden world of fantasy. As a fact, I also let his wave length enter into my world of deep fantasy, where I live with much cheer and laughter and enjoy every second of my life. Is this so intriguing? Yet, I can prove it is true, for I have experienced the travel in trance, and I have successfully entered, re-entered again and again into this, with much ease.
I am reminded of the poem by Emily Dickinson
A feather from the Whippoorwill
Whose galleries-are Sunrise-
Whose Opera-the Springs-
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow-murmuring thread-
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt