A Hitch Hiker's GuideTo A Parking Lot

It was a trip I never wanted. When the clouds thrilled us with a few drops on a hot summer evening in my native Nandanam extension, I just had jumped out in joy. Now think that I paid no attention to the words of the aged, don't leap too much in joy as there is danger always outside the pit. And I did leap, in wild enthusiasm of getting wet in a rain... it has been so hot and I could no longer remain in that wretched pit, which smelled of rat's urine. After all I am a Young frog and the hormones are still running high. So I jumped, so high that I could touch the clouds, get wrapped in it and fall with it when it rains in some beautiful wet land. Can't I find a beautiful mate there?

Before I could realise what was happening, I was on a moving object. It was not the cloud but a bundle of dryness in red colour. I searched with my paws to see whether I could feel the cloud pregnant with moisture. I could find none. There were large round domes of light just passing like flashes, they did not seem like stars though, which we had seen when looking up for the rain, with a little romantic twinkling.

I pinched myself to make sure that I was not in one of my usual wild dreams. I was not, I was actually moving and two large frogs, (did they really looked like frogs..I don't know may be frogs from a place which is alien to me) kept on staring at me through a thick sheet of water, which was not wet. I thought of taking another leap, but was frozen with fear. I had never moved that fast in my entire life. Even when we, as children tried hard to match with our mother's leap, it just remained a leap or rather a baby leap.

What I experienced then was not a leap. I did not feel that muscle stretch at my back or thighs. I also did not pant, which any way I used to after a long drill of practise leaps during younger days. The world around me was spinning, I saw every thing disappearing in seconds. Suddenly I thought of my mother, my relatives and friends and suddenly the pit, which I always referred to as wretched, looked so heavenly. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I thought the life is going to end. My love for expedition died prematurely. And the life in my own Nandanam extension, looked so warm.

Finally, when my damn leap ended, I was in a dry piece of land, more wretched than my own pit. I saw many such clouds, which unlike the tantalising dark ones, were stationary. These clouds will never rain, I thought. Now I am alone. A complete stranger in an even stranger locality. Can please some one wake me up and tell me it was a just a dream and I still remain in the warmth of my beloved pit.