He went to the tracks today.Athletics track.After 13 years.He could'nt describe the feeling. He was not even sure if he was thinking. He was not thinking. It hit him only once he reached back home. The road back home seemed new. Like there was something more to that last bend than there was to it till yesterday. He had slept for 4 hours last night, to wake up at 6am and head to the tracks, but he did not get any sleep for two hours, trying to get some once he was back. He lay steady, not sure of whether he was aleep or awake. Seemed like he was sleeping with his mind open. It occured to him that it was some sort of a high. A very different and fulfilling high.
He took rounds of the track, did sprints, stretched and jumped into the sand pit.....Long and Triple. He discovered that he had not lost the touch. He did'nt struggle as badly as he expected to. He cleaned the sand off his legs, stretched on the rubber tracks. Everything came back, like yesterday.
He tried hard to find a word to describe what he felt. His comfort, his mindless-ness, ease and purpose. He was not sure why, that only one came to his mind - Mother.
He took rounds of the track, did sprints, stretched and jumped into the sand pit.....Long and Triple. He discovered that he had not lost the touch. He did'nt struggle as badly as he expected to. He cleaned the sand off his legs, stretched on the rubber tracks. Everything came back, like yesterday.
He tried hard to find a word to describe what he felt. His comfort, his mindless-ness, ease and purpose. He was not sure why, that only one came to his mind - Mother.
