bhaskar saikia

There is a particular freedom in driving along endless roads—the horizon stretching indefinitely, the asphalt weaving through forests, plains, and mountains, carrying you through landscapes both familiar and strange. The wheel in your hands becomes a compass not just for direction, but for the journey within.

As the car moves, so do our thoughts. Time seems to expand and contract with every mile, each turn unfolding new perspectives and fleeting revelations. The road becomes a conduit to explore not only geography but also the vast terrain of our own consciousness. We trace curves and stretches as we trace the contours of our own understanding.

In these journeys, space and time merge. A single moment—watching sunlight scatter through leaves or the road shimmering under the afternoon sun—can feel eternal. Hours dissolve, leaving only the sensation of movement, of motion that mirrors the flow of life itself. To drive is to embrace impermanence while touching infinity.

Yet the journey is more than observation or discovery. It is surrender—letting go of rigid plans, expectations, and the need to control the outcome. It is an acceptance that we are part of something larger: a continuum of moments, roads, and experiences that exist beyond comprehension. The endless road becomes a metaphor for our passage through life, a reminder that to truly understand and explore, we must release ourselves into the rhythm of the universe.

Every mile traveled carries us closer to that understanding, every horizon approached teaches us patience, humility, and wonder. In the silence of the road, in the hum of the engine, in the shifting light and shadows, we find ourselves surrendering to eternity—not as observers, but as participants in its vast, unfolding narrative.