Another beautiful evening...a movie clip narrative stream...

Another beautiful
Evening...
As good as often seen
In movies set at hills...
Has arrived...
A particular movie forming
Though,
Here at this time,
Another beautiful evening...
Filled with a movie clip
Of a journey man...

Like journey made by a person-
The protagonist,
There reaching
One evening...
At the hills
Rainy...
With
Pine and deodar trees sending out mist
Of their own
Sweet...
And
A meandering path through the woods
Reaching a cottage-
Made of teak
Pure...seasoned by hurricanes...storms...heat...rains...
Faded green kind
But holding good...
Older
But just like a refuge
One,
Like the protagonist, would seek
Traveling miles...
(enjoying the beauty of the slopes...
Cultivation done on steps...
Shaded different...
And then at evening just
Reaching the path...
Before that cottage...)

A few cottages also placed...
Some adjacent...
Some distant...
Yellow bulbs low watt
Hanging from wooden long poles
Put by some people
Reaching there
Earlier...

And the traveler...
Dropping his bagpack
On the verandah,
His body slackened...
His mind soulful...
Would perhaps take a long yawn first...

Then he would preferably his arms folded place
On the woody rail
Resting his upper body a bit...
On it...
Acting like a support...

He would see the beauty of the place...
Taking in the hilly evening fullest
Into his heart...
The rainy cool breeze like a balm
Would surely come
To him then...

He almost dozing...
Would then be
Trying hard
To remain alive...
Keeping his self from dying happy death-
Caused by the silent faith
On the hills...the trees and the smell incense like...

He would search into his pocket of jeans
To bring out a packet of cigarette...
He would light it up...
The light would make the surrounding illumed a bit...
And also his face-
Tired...sleepy but
Happy bitten by Agape...

He would listen to the song
Of the evening
Standing there long...

As if the place
Always had his self
Hidden in those trees...
The hills
And the misty evening...
As if the place
Had summers turning
Into rainy tears...
And rains turning to be
Autumns...
And autumns becoming winters...
As if his being
And several years
Got merged there...

As if he had been part of the place such
That he never arrived
And never had a departure...

Such an evening
Has dropped
Here...
Another
Beautiful kind-
Blessed...
Peaceful...
Godly!

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