walk..

He has been walking for few hours now, lost in the track of time enjoying the relieving pain. Physicality is such an easy win by the struggle to deceive the heart of that compulsive pain. The red, green, yellow of the traffic signal had a profound effect, and brought him in the middle of state of mind making him loose the rhythm of his walk in the middle of the signal. But there were always-in-hurry honkers which made impossible for him to die at the signal of life. The cigarettes he intended to buy, when he started, seemed a distant thought. And the hundreds of shops just got blurred with all other colour, light and life around him. What mattered was desire to walk, walk more, run and run more, amok in the fields towards the setting sun and just disappear like the mosquitoes, who come to earth with a life span of a day, designed by nature to be dependent and chased for that dependency. Suddenly he felt a push on the shoulder with someone shouting right on his ears and spitting as well, as if trying to wake him. “Watch out, do you want to get killed”, and he answered back not with words or reactions on his face, but with his wish, “Is it that easy?” He could hear people around him and this man shaking him, and speaking with less spit but more emotions now. What is he speaking? Sounded like a familiar language but so difficult to decipher. With inability to communicate back, he took another step just to get one of his shoes right into the cow pat, ahh he exclaimed considering stepping on cow pat is such a blessing in indian culture, God is out to bless me in each possible way today’. And with a smile, for an unknown reason to himself, he continued on his journey of self deception.

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