What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?

A wide stretch of green field. The grass was fresh, the breeze was soothing, the view was pleasant and the mind was calm. The subdued sunlight made the view more comforting to the eyes.

The young man stood against the wind. The wind tousled through the hair on the forehead.

A tennis ball dressed in its fluorescent yellow was in the grip of the young man’s right hand. The young man raised the ball to catch the scent of the new ball’s rubber. Then he slowly moved the hand back to attempt his throw.

The throw was not his strongest, neither had he intended it to be. Why he threw the ball, was something very much hidden within his mind. The ball left his hand, beginning its upward trajectory.

The young man could see the its path. As the ball passed through the air, it illuminated it with its fluorescence presence highlighting its path.

The tennis ball weighed 59 grams and the breeze evolved to a wind meet it. Although the wind did not proceed with a stronger vigour, yet it had the strength to oppose the force behind the ball. It wasn’t long before the ball began its descent and it wandered away from its expected path quite a bit, hindered by the wind.

The ball came near the grass and it didn’t drop….. it disappeared, like a stone in a river and the texture of the grass rippled like that of a watery surface.

The young man was not surprised. He opened his arms, closed his eyes and let his body drop backwards.. and he fell back. As the falling body increased its contact with the grass, it started submerging and soon the grass swallowed the existence entirely. It became still… the wind slowed to a breeze and the view continued to be as it was, apart from the missing presence.

What did I see beneath the grass after my presence submerged? I very clearly don’t know it myself as of yet. Perhaps I would have to paint that imagination with a different palette of inspirations.

I will know what’s beneath, that is for sure… after all flying away with my imagination is what I enjoy doing the most.

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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