Secret place.

Thumbprint of the moon, as my seniors called it or secret place as I named it, this place has been important for many of us. It has been one of those places where I sulked alone in apathy, sit down and pondered over shit or had a nice time with my friends while enjoying the breeze and the nature around me.

I never thought once before introducing some one to this place. No one ever got disappointed. The place shaped us and made us the people we are today be it good or bad, does not really matter. It was a perfect escape from reality and the feeling you get when leaving the place is somewhat similar to the feeling when you ask for the cheque, exit the bar and you're like FUCK I'M BACK TO THE REAL WORLD, when you see every one busy with their lives, you see so many people around you that you don't know and don't really give a shit about. Time stood still at this very place when you were there.

The occasional cop investigation and questioning was a buzzkill,"What are you doing here?" "Do your parents know you're here?" "You are not allowed here, there have been murders here" but what can we do? We do live in a free world.

I still remember cycling randomly 5 years ago when this very place caught my eye. It like that point in life for me when the dark side comes knocking at my door with a very tempting offer, and I took it. I do not regret it.

The place might look beautiful and all but it does have a dark side. It is pretty and dark actually. It relieves you from your pretentious lives. That might sound like a good thing for many but whats more gay than the pretentious life one does live.

I might sound ambivalent here right now but this is what is the actual beauty of the place. The mixed emotions. This place is a perfect battle field for the two sides of the force.