Wonderland

There's this sudden urge, and I park the car to the side

The highway is majorly empty, with one or two cars passing every now and then

I turn on the emergency lights and step out of the car

This is beautiful, extremely beautiful

Have you ever looked at the starry night by Van Gogh after getting high?

It feels stunning

The sky felt better than that painting right now

And I stand in my favorite spot of the highway, the most perfect place to stop the car at

This spot has seen everything. Me celebrating after 12th result, Me crying after a bad exam, Me thinking about life choices, the happiness, and the sadness.

Just standing there and admiring the serendipity of the situation

I take out my notebook and start to write the first words that come to my mind

The sky looked as if God forgot to wash his paintbrush after using black

And now the white on the palette is all grey

Rain was just about to pour; I could feel tiny droplets on my naked face

And the atmospheric pressure, I could scream on the top of my lungs

And no voice would come out of my larynx

The sight was so captivating that it created a weak black hole in my throat.

From where no sound can escape

The road, empty, almost calling me to lie down with a pillow and sleep right there.

There was no sound

All I heard was the wind, and the water droplets, and the grass, and the trees, and the gravel.

All talking to me at the same time.

I like to believe that this place provides me this superpower to talk with inanimate objects.

An interesting superpower to have

What would you do with such a superpower?

Talk to your toys, to your machines?

Lie down near a river and listen to the stories of the places she has traveled through

Like a gypsy, only less human and more truthful

Or go to the oldest wall of the city's oldest building and listen to the oldest stories from the times of Revolts and Mutinies. Maybe even earlier than that.

Or perhaps you would like to visit a library and talk to the books kept there.

Learn about the time they've spent there looking at people

Traveling to new places every time

It's fascinating how I fail to notice the other person standing 15 feet away from me for the past half hour.

Looking at me, trying to deduce what I'm doing in the middle of nowhere

Was she here before me?

Is she even real?

Is she a mind reader? I know how to block mind readers. Picturing myself naked would do the trick.

She hasn't stopped staring though

Not a mind reader, I suppose.

"I thought it broke down. Do you need help?" She hasn't moved her eyes while asking the question

"Oh no, I just... like the view."

"Ahh, I see you've discovered my Wonderland."

Her Wonderland? Is she even real? This is my spot and has always been my spot.

I've spent a good part of my life on this spot.

This spot has seen everything. The first breakup, the disappointments, the failures, the achievements, the happiness, and the sadness.

It has told me to quit smoking several times.

Even taught me the harmful effects of drinking 3 bottles of Old Monk

This spot is better than the whole Akshay Kumar Ad before movies

They shouldn't have replaced Mukesh

But this is my spot. How can this be her Wonderland?

She must be mistaken.

I close my notebook and lean forward, away from my car

Her eyes are still stuck at my face

And mine can't seem to un-notice that dark mark tattoo on her forearm

Obviously, this is her Wonderland; the sky is the same as if Lord Voldemort has risen from the grave

I slowly walk towards her, reducing the distance from 15 to 4 feet

I point my pen towards the empty grey sky

Turning darker by the second

And I shout at the top of my lungs

MORSMORDRE!!!!

Her eyes widen for a second

And then a smile emerges out of the surprised face

She closes her eyes, feels the tiny droplets on her face, and starts humming the Hedwig theme

I stand looking at the sky again,

Of course, this is her Wonderland

This is Wonderland

Wonders happen here, right in this spot.

This spot has seen everything. The first meeting with her, the cliché romantic lines, the weirdest fights, the proposal,

And it still witnesses countless nights spent together under the starry night, on this majorly empty highway.