Everyone calls him a Gypsy – he is a rover and that’s true. Breaking norms, choosing an uncharted path, defying family expectations and ditching a cushioned life, he surprised everyone when one summer day the gypsy picked his bag pack and left the family home.
Some said “He is on a quest for answers about life.”
Whilst some smirked “He had so much potential, what good all that education did?”
And then there were others who wondered whether he was crazy to leave on a journey which had no definite destination. “What will you do? How will you survive?” the questions echoed.
He didn’t have answers for anyone. How does one explain the urge to reach out to the unknown or the hunger for knowledge and experiences which can never be gained from books?
The Gypsy thus began his travels, most of it on the land and sometimes by the ocean. He enjoyed the sweltering heat, braved the freezing nights, fought the storms and got high on a spring breeze. A nomad with no place to call home, he found joy working on farms to meet ends. Helping complete strangers and making new friends, the gypsy spoke language of humanity; lived fearlessly for he had nothing to lose – he had no enemies.
Water from flowing streams quenched his thirst. He smoked pot and shared tobacco rolled up in dried temburini leaves with the old folks. Just like the locals, the rover ate barbequed rabbits and steamed rice off plantation leaf. He drank hot java in the mornings and rye whiskey on cold nights. With the Sun, moon and the stars as his only constant companions – he never felt more at peace.
The Gypsy attracted quite a few attention. There were men and women who envied him. How they wished to be a carefree soul, a wanderer without any responsibility. The kids followed him all day laughing at his magic tricks and fascinated by his tales of mysterious lands.
And the women… Aah, the women! Oh, how they loved him even though he was unattainable. They wrote verses describing him, offered to trim his untamed mane, bought him hot meals and some even pledged to love him forever even if that meant living with his memories. Well, how could one forget him when he made abandoned love to them under the starlit sky, worshiped his women like a goddess and sang to them in the rhythm of his old tambourine.
You would call him a content soul, but there was a part of him that was yearning for more. The day he fell in love with a waif like girl, the gypsy knew what he had been missing all these while. He fell in love deep and hard – the gut wrenching type. With passions flared, he drowned in her arms, a place he found at last where he wanted to stay and belong.
But like all great love stories, theirs too wasn’t meant to be. When he suggested they become a family, with tears in eyes, she replied, “You are a gypsy. I need a home and roots. One day you will want to leave and I am not sure whether I will follow.”
Have you met a heartbroken gypsy – one whose way of life turned out to be a curse? He never felt a greater sorrow before and so at the crack of dawn he picked his bag and left on a new journey… A Gypsy he was after all.
The gypsy continues his travels; he makes new friends and has fallen in love time and again. You may cross paths with him one of these days and when you do, you will see the beauty in his generous eyes, joy in his careless laughter and know the world in his kind speech. You will know then that The Gypsy has loved and lived life in its truest form.