Chasing Dreams....

A running scooter at the pit stop

Varun at his mid 30's never stepped out for a morning walk since 2003. He sat down on a wooden beach after a long walk in the park. He felt so relaxed, he was completely on that moment, feeling the rays of the morning sun touching his face through the mildest layer of sweat over the skin, breathing with his eyes closed and lips smiling like a man who is free from everything. He touched his medium sided belly and recollected when was the last time he tried to do a workout, It was 6 years back - exactly a month before his marriage and the workout didn't even lasted to the next day. He just laughed at himself.

The laugh, which made him to recollect his past life, a busy running metro life which started right from first day he joined a job. The day he started losing himself into the word so called reality, threatened by psychologically structured corporate words. The clock kept going, so does his scooter. Burden kept growing, so does his scooter.  He couldn't just believe himself that he is not on his scooter alone anymore, coz there is someone who is there to hold his shoulder and a little girl holding the handle bar standing right in front ( Varun should look her before taking every turn). Things went worse that the running scooter cannot take anymore, Throughout the year Varun spoke only about work pressures to his wife and  his summer went busy thinking about appraisal  instead of playing with his little daughter. He just lost himself completely, controlled like a chess coin whose steps are classified. Things kept going the same way until a day.

The day his scooter gave him the wake up call. The day he fell from it while he was rushing to office. He knew that he missed death by inches. He couldn't figure out his injury until someone from the crowd said that "Its just few scratches here and there". He remembered something and made a phone call despite the pain. The call connected, It took a second for him to fight the pain and say hello but a voice shouted, an usual shout starting from 'highly disappointed' to 'will be fired', a shout which meant a lot for Varun that day and call disconnected without hearing a word back. Varun looked at his  phone screen, Boss : 0.34 secs. The call ended, There was a pause for few seconds. He cried looking at the mobile screen, the picture of his smiling wife and daughter as the wallpaper. it took some time under the scorching sun to settle his mind. He sat on the road side with a questing mark which was trying to erupt, a plain symbol  "?" which made every other things blank. He looked at the scooter which ran along with him, he stood with the broken indicator lights and scratches. He smiled thinking about himself.

That night, with his wife sitting next to him, his daughter sleeping on his lap, he spoke, he spoke what ever he missed to say her over years. he said that will quit the job and start of a new beginning, a new life with happiness and asked for her opinion. She didn't replied, instead she leaned her face on his shoulder holding his arm, like she is going it hold it forever.

A brand new beginning,. oops sorry. a new beginning, back to the park.He had no idea what to start with his little saving but he know how he is going to lead his life.

The phone ringed, an usual call from wife to the husband to buy some groceries when he leaves out for an early walk. He smiled and walked back home, may be with a little dream, with a little routine life,  or something. but life, its going to be happy forever.....

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