wheels roll
parallel to
white lines
that merge into mirages
in the distance
highway dhabas
and gas stations
line the road
a luxury hotel
stands alienated
small, quaint towns
of colourful houses
and chai shops
vibrant, bustling
take the left at the circle
trucks with
brightly painted backsides
horn ok please, tata!
enfields overtake
tilted buses
dhoti-clad farmer
and a group of cows
amble alongside
cars, in
cud-chewing nonchalance
snakes sprawl lazily
across your path
sunbathing beside
fields of green, golden
yellow and mud-brown
at night
dip your lights
in the darkness
luminous stickers
look ominous
driving along
finding fresh roads
following directions
getting lost
feeling light
belonging to
neither here
nor there
but to everything
in between milestones