Imagination.
The herb is strange.
It plays tricks with your head.
Enhances your power of imagination.
The ability to imagine separates human from other nature's creation.
We are bestowed with a brain wired to imagine and create our own reality.
As many brains, as many realities.
Everything we perceive around us, nature included, is an extension of our imagination.
One's power of imagination is boundless.
The herb enhances it.
All over the globe, millions claim that the herb can actually bring peace to this world.
The believers have felt its peacefulness.
I felt the same.
I was amazed at how calm I became.
You expand your imagination, enter a peaceful zone within the walls of your bustling brain, care less about the worldly things around you - not amounting to be careless - just care less!
The herb is indeed magical!
Sad it is illegal.
***
Almost a year ago, I became friends with him.
Our chanced acquaintance slowly cemented to a strong bond of friendship, over several herb-sessions.
I still remember the day when we first met.
I was out in the sun, carefully hid in the grass, getting baked.
And there he stood- with a bright sparkle in his eyes, staring blankly at me - a hunger still unsatisfied!
I observed his dark locks being swept across his shoulder in slow motion, by the cool winter breeze.
He was tall, taller than me, had an average built, with a wheatish skin complexion.
The first indication that he was one of us - an ardent devotee of the herb - was his T-shirt that proudly had the hemp grass printed all across it!
Trippy!
A long silence followed. A bird flew above us, its wings casting a brief shadow on our blank faces.
I noticed his eyes - blood red, brimming with water.
A second later there was a crooked smile on his face, perhaps he too had noticed the color of my eyes.
I smiled.
After a long dead air, I said the first words...
Let's go up in smoke?
***
There was no looking back after that. As if both of us understood each other's imaginative state of mind.
We had finally found each other!
He talked about things I could understand and relate to. We shared a common taste in music, art, literature and even the post-session munchies.
I was proud of him!
I shared my thoughts with him, at times seeking answers.
He was intelligent.
He had learnt how to use the herb to enhance the power of one's imagination, for one's welfare.
I gained several of such prowess and hacks from my dear friend.
He explained the evolution of one's brain from a normal functioning unit to a fully explored and trained machine, the magical herb being its fuel, galvanizing the magnanimous thought process.
I was amazed at his cognition.
During the course of our trip, we loved discussing any worldly or abstract matters around us.
I loved those discussions.
Looking heavenward, I would bow down to the Lord for sending me an angel!
***
It happened during one of our routine toke up sessions in the streets of my neighborhood.
Like most of our evening trips, I chose to keep quiet.
I observed instead.
He was talking about the suddenness of life.
Ups and down being a part of life, he pointed out the subtle transformation from an upper wave - to a downer, happens almost instantly- in a blink of an eye- comes knocking at your door without prior warnings.
"Life can never be presaged", he commented taking a long drag as the smoke engulfed his face.
I dwelt on the thought...
Is life really so unpredictable?
Can any event go smooth and hassle free as it was supposed to be?
Or are the tides a part of life?
Can we really risk being complacent for even a slight moment and expect the world around to stay unaltered?
Can things actually go up in smoke and vanish in front of your eyes?
Let it be...
I cared less!
He stood in front, more than a couple of steps ahead of me.
I noticed I had trailed.
Lost in my thought process, I gazed aimlessly at the objects around me, looking out for things that could go up in smoke.
It was getting dark, nothing except the lonely street lights gave us company.
He was ready with the next spliff.
I had the light, it was my turn to do the honours.
He stood near a rusted transformer. A complex entanglement of wires poked out from every inch of the old machine.
It was dangerously suspended from a height with just a couple of rusty pillars to support it.
Power fluctuations were common in our area.
I had heard stories of many such transformers bursting into flames.
Electricians would calmly remark "the transformer tripped"
Funny! I thought.
He called out my name, I was lost in my own train of thoughts.
I began briskly walking towards him.
As I hurried, the lighter fell out of my hand...
I bent to pick it up... and then, suddenly I heard it!
It was one of the most powerful sounds I had ever heard.
A bright light, an immediate spark and a loud explosion followed by complete darkness.
The area where he stood was filled with white smoke.
A burnt stench spread.
Moments later I could hear people screaming and complaining that the transformer had tripped again!
A few of them even cursed God.
Tripped
Funny- I thought!
***
I still keep on looking for him during my evening trips...
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"Everything you can imagine is real"
- Pablo Picasso.
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