Here you will find aphorisms, poems, quotes and flash fiction presented from my heart to yours. This journal is filled with short and sweet reads for your daily commute, study breaks or whenever you desire. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I...
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I love to walk.
More often than not by myself, in the company of old songs. It comforts me when very little is able to.
I like to walk mostly without the burdens of having a destination. Still I look ahead as I walk, as if I am looking at a destination that I might never arrive at. Maybe I will pass it altogether and maybe, that would be for the best.
I glance at the trails seeking for small bits of beauty. I find it, in the black ants huddled around a crumb, in the rainbow sheen of the gasoline covered puddles, in the red petals of gulmohar that dot the walkways, in the singular blade of azure grass that has struggled its way out of a concrete pavement, and in pieces of crumbled wrappers sailing the kind breeze. The same breeze gives me brief moments of relief which I savour as best as I can. For such moments are too far and few in between.
Very rarely do I look at the passers by, hoping that they'd have something to say. A kind or even an unkind word, anything to free me from my secret romance with loneliness. They never say anything. And yet, I can't stop hoping for such a moment. And yet, I love to walk.
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