The little boy in tatters; the old woman leaning against the pole; the kids with their stunts; the man with his goggles; the woman with her baby; yet another woman with her husband…oh, they have stories to tell. I too want to be part of their stories. What is their story? Who pens their stories? Why are they acting in it? Why am I not a part of it? Do I want to be a part of it?
A big car, a small car, a bike, a cycle, people walking, people sitting, shops on either side, the red light turning yellow and finally green, the honks, the shift to first gear and then the take off…reminds me of an athlete all set for the race of his life.
The jog in the park as I am chasing something in my mind, the trees, the leaves, the music, the sun’s rays, the sweat, the beginning, the end…….am I pursuing or chasing something?
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