by Harcharan Bains
I have found that you are like a natural stream flowing through an artificial city, with cemneted embankments and skyscrappers lining around it. The stream dances its way with carefree abnadon through the narrow confines of its artifical definitions , and it is so lovely. made even lovelier by the contrast that a nature afire with spring provides a jungle of concrete. It is like having the Himalayas planted in a cemented skydome or in in a down town plaza , or the Garden of Eden walled in with a barbed wire. The jungle of concrete is the quality of people you meet these days. But , worry not, because they serve only to add to the optical thrill and wonder of your speed, like that of a jumbo which suddenly seems to gain speed as it lands, even though in fact it is at its slowest at that point. The unexciting stillness of the surroundings of the airstrip add to the visual speed of your craft. So it is with people who, who by trying to slow you down, actually serve to highlight your speed and thrill.