VIRTUAL ESCAPISM

VIRTUAL ESCAPISM
While working on the boring, mundane assignments my mind, which is not called the fastest vehicle for no reason, suddenly drifted away to the lower parts of the slopes of a hill. It was partly rocky and partly green, a very coveted combination for hills. Tranquil, the surrounding was; and to add to that, a creek was flowing on the brown and grey, polished and shiny pebbles, by the slopes which hardly made any sound unless you strain your ears to listen to the almost inaudible gurgling. Some very soft-spoken birds also chirped from the tree-tops. But they were also as inaudible if not given attention to.
I was sitting by the side of the water-body, on the pebbled which were a little rougher on the banks. There was a very well-shaped rock too, to sit on. But I chose to sit on the ground to feel that I was closer to nature and the earth.
Clouds covered the sky. Not fully dark they were, but also not white. As they say, there are also shades of grey in this world. But it was evident that they were rain clouds and they were beautifully shady. To top it all, a very slow and soothing breeze was blowing. It used to touch my left cheek and pass and I felt like soft cotton balls caressing my cheeks. And my eyes did not need any deliberate effort to close themselves, as if the breeze was passing a soft hand over them. The whole part of the country seemed to come out of Europe, specifically somewhere from Scotland.
I had had hard time thinking about my future and present work the whole of that day and, without any physical strain, I was frustrated and, consequently, tired. I was wearing a loose, white top with its button going up to the neck. Feeling the breeze, I wanted more of it. So I opened the most uncomfortable button on my neck and, seriously felt a lot relieved and relaxed. Really, even clothes have such effect on our mood.
Then, I stretched my legs towards the creek and leaning back a little (I know this is a very common way of relaxing but I cannot be unique all the time), dreamt of my future, not think. And, to my surprise which could not be pleasanter, I was blank! I saw nothing in front of my eyes except for the beautifully, dully coloured clouds. Just now and then I got glimpses of a beautiful lover or a cosy home at the foothills and a content life. But the next moment, I loved to be blank and alone, and happy that I had got that moment. This was an escape from the unpleasant reality and I took shelter in my dreams, but of course, trying to place a harmony between the two. This sudden fantasy made me relaxed for at least three days and may continue further. People say dreamers are impractical; you should come back to the earth. But who can survive all these earthly tensions if we won’t have dreams!?