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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The Hide & Seek...

A street light used to be our light house at my village. Every evening under that street light was filled with laughter of many little kids playing numerous games that one can't count and I was one among those kids. I reluctantly sit to do my home work by the compulsion of my Mom, and then the miracle happens, You can't express that happiness in words when the electricity gets cut. We rush to our light house shouting happily. A quick decision made on what game to be played, It would be mostly 'hide and seek' when the power is out and when the power comes back,the happiness gets doubled. The shout of celebration would be more than before when the light returns back and it also revealed few hiding spots of our friends, It would be funny that some would hide very next to us in the dark. We burst to laughter when they get spotted under the light. Some popular hiding spots were - hiding just behind the person who counts - lying along with the people sleeping on the streets borrowing their bedsheets to hide. I don't know how many number of times we ruined some romantic moments of few couples because we rush to every house to hide ourselves. The game will last until every kids were called back by their parents, We won't give up until the number drops to three, and the light house would stand alone all night waiting for the kids to return. It never gave up, still waiting for the kids to return.

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Ask and it shall be given...

Look into a Mirror. Ask.....And It shall be given.

Life is sweet

Few months back,

A lot of thoughts kept stressing my mind for quiet a long time, Things looked  worse. I sat in front of my computer completely frustrated   and started checking  my mails. I received a mail from my uncle. It was his daughter Kuzhalini's photos. Well, that picture wiped all my worries just in a second, I felt amazing, It was like this little girl telling me loudly about how sweet life is (with those words on her t-shirt) " Life is sweet, look at me.why do you worry Sunil mama". Is in that great? We fail to remember those little sweet things around us  that makes us happy. 

I am not patriotic.

The continent should not have drifted, as it laid those boundaries, not on lands but on minds. Countries were born dividing humans and humanity, It feeds you patriotism, It feeds to treat their people as brothers and sister , and whats next, as it indirectly tells you to hate every brothers and sisters in the rest of the world. 

Every men behind those fence with an arm looks like an enemy that he may attack you any time, and he thinks the same about you. Its because we are made to think that way and those two innocent men on those boundaries keep on standing for generations. 

Leaders trying to develop their country, make relationship with others only for trade and not for brotherhood. Why do they always have a hidden agenda behind those hand shakes?

Countries liberated themselves and enslaved humanity, Men are made patriotic to serve and made to forget that we brothers and sister are the same. If this is patriotism, Then I don't want to be patriotic.

The continent should not have drifted.

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Reaching a dream

A dream keeps your day alive, It gives a purpose for life. Well everyone have dreams some way or the other, People name it different, a dream to become something,to do something. It is mentally referred to be a place which brings you happiness once it is achieved. but that's where people struggle in their way, some give up when they find their dream so hard and so far.

A dream is something that always appears to be in the future. People see it as a goal, a destination to be reached. Its obviously true but the path is more important, It lies in the present. When someone finds happiness in his present, satisfaction with what he did every day, Then the path appears beautiful. No matter how big or far the dream is, every day gives you hope and every moment looks beautiful. You will still find your dream somewhere tomorrow. but today, it appears great than you ever imagine,slowly you are building yourself and your dream.

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Night ?

Night, It appears calm for a poet, long for a girl in love, nightmare for a baby in fear,its all dark and still dark for every one. It make no difference. Its all about what you think of yourself. Its just a reflection of you and your mind. You grow up and you still find that baby one night, a poet on another night and it goes on. Its the matter of belief. That night doesn't show you new things. It show you what you really are, What you really are.