Mind Freed

It is a bright summer day. The sun is blazing. It is hot, however thankfully not at all humid; a rare occurrence in this part of the globe, but still not something completely unforeseen. The boy is sitting under the huge tree, which by the way is the only object visible from there, other than the parched field all around it. There are still a few more months to go before the local farmers start tilling the land. The tree stands as a misfit to the whole scenario, like a protruding mole on an otherwise smooth skin. However, unlike being unwelcome as a mole, it is rather a bliss. It is the only refuge for a burnt soul in miles. Localites and strangers alike have availed this shelter since what seems like forever. Today, the boy sits quiet on an ancient root hair of the tree that has bulged out of the earth underneath, his eyes wandering on the vast emptiness in front. Nothing moves, save for the yellowish grass blades that flutter erratically in the wind. Suddenly a gust of air comes and lifts a bunch of dry leaves in a tiny whirlwind few inches above the ground; a minified exhibition of the power that the nature holds within. His mind goes free. The lack of motion, the sense of time standing still frees him from his thoughts. It seems like there is nothing to worry about. It is a moment that the world, with its mundane hassles, objectives and aspirations is completely forgotten.