The caged metal machinary was moving. Moving away after a brief pause. The people below was chanting to the rhythm of capitalism. Tea? Coffee? Water? Then the train picked up speed and faster and faster. There was no turning back. Their faces and voices... the tea boy and the flower girl.. their faces drifted out of sight.
Barely a road and the vehicle jerked every second as it made its way up. Up and heaven ward as the cold air seeped through the cracks of that old toyota. It was the only vehicle tolerated for our journey. We were nearer to the clouds and below us those steep valleys so purely green, carved into terraces. The dew dropped and we flew midst the mist. They were hititng the rocks and going at it again and again- almost never ceasing- to built a border that would give space for a barely tangible road. In the cold air they toiled for heat. We stelthly crept up behind.
The car slided along the highway. The seat was almost pushed back and the sky was hot and overcast. It was fast, a slideshow. Pass those palm plantations and coconuts tress lined the fields. All neat and systematic. In them, it was dark and hidden. Shadows prevented my straying eyes. We moved on through the scenes. In and out of zones of rain and sunshine. The road pelted us to destination.
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