I descended the steps & came onto the street. Turning back I closed the gate. Starting to walk, suddenly an unripe mango( kaccha aam ) fell down directly in front of me. I was looking at it when a man on bicycle stopped & looked at me. I wonder if he was not there, I would ‘ve picked up the fruit & checked if it was damaged.
I glanced at him & kept walking. He got off his cycle & picked up the fruit. Fresh, it was n’t briused. I had my walk in the garden & returned after half an hour. But it was difficult not to replay the scene.
Days have passed but I remember him. If I see him again & he doesn’t pause, I wonder if I will recognise him.
Morning walk help me to wake up. Really. It was a time when I would blog. ( Now you all know why my blogging has been irregular), I would say, people jog, I blog. But writing has taken a back seat.
If & only if I feel like writing, I sit down to write. I had planned to write everyday. Two or three blogs was my norm but not now. I wait & write.
It helps to put down my thoughts better, I feel.
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