Levitas...

stopped his motorride
he
'should have worn a light woollen...
a sweater half sleeved...'
he thought...
feeling the cold wind sweeping
Into him...
And the looking glasses twin
Were full of dewy mist...blurred...
Twice...
he tried to wipe the mirrors
by the back of his palm
While cruising down the road...
But it wasn't easy...
the highway had trailers and trucks...
Very early they rule the road
Like monsters caring for nothing...
'why these truck drivers are always in a hurry?
Are they so by time framed?
Or is it simply adrenaline?'
he thought...
he needed a cup of warm tea...
Afterall there was foggy mist
And he had got chilled bones...
'is it December?
It is definitely May...
But who will that say?
This fog...this dewy laden shape of mirrors...'

Thinking these he stopped
By a sprawling mango tree of summer...
And under it he saw
Actually a tea shop...
A wayside one...
Typical...
A chulla being fanned
A cloud of whitish smoke...
And a pretty old man
Alone...

'can i get a cup of tea?'
asked he...
smiling...
Seeing his wish simple
About to be fulfilled...
A simple wish of having a cup of warm tea...
On a chilly dawn...

'sure...'
The old man...nodded...
And as he waited on the wooden bench
he noted
Curious enough
The mango tree was in the middle of the shop
Or the shop was built around the tree...
But intelligently the tree was not hurt...
It was kept apart...safe...
Nothing had been erected
On its branches wide...full of green leaves...
And he noted how mango blossoms lightish melt
Into the foggy air a smell
Of fruitfulness...

he walked up
To the tree and rested his tired back
After a long journey
On its thick wooden trunk...
'aha...'
he gushed soft
Impromptu...
The ambience was such...
he felt the cool support of the thick wood behind
And felt connected with the tree...
being filled with instant satiety...

'here's your tea...'
he got out of his sleepy trance...
seeing the old man looking at him
With a cup held in his right hand...
'thank you...'
murmured he...
Being grateful really...
And he took the first sip...
The most needed one...

'are you a nightguard?'
The old man asked...
Curious...
Finding a customer so early...
he smiled...
'no...
i am like a dawn watcher...
A traveler...
A searcher of Levitas...'
he tried
To explain...
'O...you do many works!'
The old man looked amazed...
A bit puzzled too...
'O no...
Okay...
Let me explain further...
When you open
Your shop
Do you see the transformation of night into day?
Everyday?'
he asked...
he knew that query
would be self explanatory...
'yes...'
The old man smiled and said...

'then...you are like me...
A searcher of Levitas...'

he compared...
The old man looked at him for a few seconds...
Before handing him two biscuits...

he leaned more against the tree's wide trunk...
And sipped another instalment of the warmth...

Over the highway
The Sun could be seen
Like a glowing thing...
rising slow...

he closed his eyes...
Levitas...
he thought he found everywhere...

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