We were a group of freedom fighters ready to uncover hidden gems on
a clandestine island. We were lost souls seeking rest from one of Mother
Nature’s place of birth. We were pieces of a memory ready to be written in
journals/letters for the first time about our travels. Well, there is something
about travelling and exploring that gives us that adrenaline rush that moves us
and during that time, it felt like we needed to do this forever and ever till we grow old.
We were thirsty for that anxiety when looking down at the rippled waters of the ocean from above
the high rocks, that calm pleasure of having to watch the best view of what God
has to offer to our blessed souls and also not forgetting the small things;
whether it was that cold breeze touching our faces from the high mountains, the
smell of rainwater from the waterfall or the honoured battle scars all over our
bodies.
There were days when the conversations had gone so deep into the ocean of thoughts. We were all immersed in the deep blue waters of dialogues during the day and night. The exchanges we had with one another gave all of us that intangible sentimental light above our heads like halos on top of the head of guardian angels. We could talk about anything and everything that comes to our mind. The ideas and philosophical differences we have shared amongst each other during the long drive or scenic places had made us vulnerable to the many things life can offer if we just take a chance.
