A running experience : In the form of words.

One moment you feel sore; every part of your body goes limp; you have a hard-ass time getting the ass up from that ass-associated bed. You look in the mirror, you dont see the head, you see the limp. By the barest of imagination, one could have a feeling of being at the best form that moment. Yet, somehow I knew I will have a pretty good time.

I go outside, people stare, I run. Most of them don’t. They stare at their phones. Decent girls give that "look at me" look more than "look at you!!" look. Everyone is playing badminton apparently. After all, its not that bad at all. I go ahead and I see this array of sleeping dogs lying on the ground by the side, half sleeping and half alert,twinkling down into their dog star of real-yeti.
They must be having some kind of real illusionary experience , mustn’t they? As I run by the house on the edge of the road,I jump twisting my head upside from the side , so that the sky gets to say hello to me in a visual fashion. Today, the sky was pretty normal. Not much humidity, not much Sunlight, not much love , not much frown , but it surely did much much for an observer like me to pause in the flow. And then, I kept running. I could definitely hear the chatter of three people who were ahead on the little bridge and the sight of Football being played, by a distance of 20 seconds pace. I could see my past in that distance. I could have done me a favour and went there for a while but it always sticks to me, the calling of the future and the spark of the present , that pulls me into my original direction, implying that even a second wasted in the now is very heavy.

So I do the thing I love, I run.
I cross the bridge and then go for the inclined steep hill as always. And as always, the incline brings a happening challenge to me. Doesn’t matter I have been this way a couple of hundred times before, it always brings a new spice of the same go-through recipe. I continue.
I look towards the big house and my eyes search for a little boy and a girl who reside there , mostly playing something outside.Today, they were not seen. I move, I reach the bridge(halfway point) of the melody of the music that I set out on to travel.
And the sky pulls my head upwards as if the laws of gravity means nothing. I go. I finally reach the minor plateau where a bunch of kids were playing. They see me. I am the prey . Finished.

They stick to me like Locust sticking on a regular Jaypur crop. They run towards me as if; as if no other replica is existent to describe it. its all original; so original.

I ask them, they answer. They say they have been playing since morning and will do the same till night time. I see the untiring persistence in their eyes, the way their round little face makes that ancient red-blush all over as if I were the Grylls of this wild, where I pick apples from the trees of the unknown. But it would be wrong to put it like that; you see.
They are known. They feel so much very very known. When I hold one of them up;it feels as if I have unironically reached the climax of a nostalgic film. The look in their faces, I know there can’t be anything more true,more real ,more happening, more pure(exception: dyammn pure ofc), than that.
I mean,I close my eyes and feel my heart melt when I see the replay of their peak-expression where they are having a time of their childhood, local Disneyland at play. Maybe it is because they are really beautiful on their own or the fact that they think my way of treating them to be beautiful , making real life magic in play, in the form of vision and touch and play.

I mean, that is the childhood everyone should have. Forget Harry Potter and COC for now. They need this kind of imprint in their minds where they got to explore the epitome of childhood.
There are two girls and a boy who are my favourite. Shambhavi, Saman, and Samikshya. They reflect something and say something to my core like the others can’t. And I ask what that is for a short amount of time now. Because the pureness is something that makes me feel drowned in the beauty and all that but I dont know where the hell does it feel. Is it my heart, my feeling brain or my whole damn body, or is it something that seems to transcend this dimension and reach out to something even more special? Sure, the body is capable of enduring and having such composition area but, listen; but I say, I feel a hint of some higher power at work here. Some kind of dimension I have not seen to have explored consciously yet.

Because there are already so many miracles in life. What’s wrong with making one hypothesis of one’s own imagination? There is nothing wrong. I like the closeness other humans ;children portray to me. It is one of my ways of discovering my design of being. That is how I march.

Then, I find my own piece of mindful things to put on display until I begin to consciously realize the heat burning through my veins. Its just a matter of stopping. I can’t stop, I cant tremble; or else I will get eaten by this grand pit of fire. So therefore,I march and even though it might be "May", Its the last thing I settle into. I realize that its the last day, the last time whenever I have the feeling of " May".

You know, a day is a memorable one when unexpected things happen in a blissfully coordinated timing and series of thought. One considers it memorable because of the factors like meeting the goal, extraordinary luck, the undeserved feeling , a cohorent realization or a beneficial one. But man! When I look at my life, I feel as if everyday is a day worth memorizing till death.
Every fucking day is a mystery , a kick, a victory. Just that, time is not enough .

You dont need the series of things to happen to you, you just need the series of realization of the abundance around you. Bask in the heat of sweat,kill your throat to the beat of the universal Rhapsody, dance them moves of the Ronaldic synchronisation , smile in the face of mirror and hence reality. Write your mind out,sleep the night in and enjoy the ecstasy , the glimpse and the chunks of touching moments that life serves at your table. You are the watcher , you don’t expect, you watch and review everything a 10 out of 10. Nothing less.