stride,stride,stride ....

Fatigue, hunger,thirst, and an agonizing headache to complete it all. She was physically drained , but mentally intoxicated when she stepped into her room. The fading sun,the sky hued to a braight orange shade, the chirping birds soaring high and the green leaves ruffling in the gentle breeze. She took it all in as she stared out the window. The cold water was like a soothing balm to her battered body. From a distance she could hear her mom calling ,but she kept staring out the window. She never reached home from work before 8PM.Tht's one thing she missed after joining a software company,seeing the setting sun.The sights from her window baffled her,she couldn't remember the last time she saw the evening sky,how beautiful it looks. The ten inch cubicle in which she was confined from 9-6 stole this luxury from her. The chirrups from high above sounded like music,how melodious it sounds. The gentle breeze dried up the beads of perspiration on her forehead,how unlaxing it felt. She felt alive and in a way child like. She took it all in cos she knew these moments don't come by very often. She felt alive after that long walk back home.

Trance !


When she mooted this idea to her friends they laughed it off, it was crazy they said! Undeterred she decided to take the plunge, the task was a herculean one , she knew that but the magnanimity of it did not discourage her. She was ready for it!
The company cab ferried her from Mysore Road to Banashankari and from there she started her long journey back home by foot. The afternoon sun was beating down hard which made the walk even more horrendous. Exhausted and tired after the first 6KM, she felt her body crumbling under her feet. Pheidippides!, she recollected how he had run 40 Km from Marathon to Athens to announce that Persians had been defeated in the Battle of Marathon. She drew inspiration from his great feat and continued. She had covered this very route for the past 8 months, but watching the sights from a speeding company cab was not as joyous as seeing it all ,taking it all in while walkin on the footpaths. She stopped by to appreciate the big huge trees lining the streets,she wondered why they hadn't fallen under the axe of BMP. She saw kids running back home from school holding each others hands. She saw street venors selling toothapuri mangoes and ice lollies. She saw small kids playing hop-scotch and hide-n-seek on the galli's. These simple sights baffled her, she couldn't remember the last time she saw them,memories of childhood resurfaced. Sitting in a closed environment from morning till evening had bogged her down. She remembered what Jimi Hendrix had once said "I was living in a room full of mirrors and all i could see was me,then i broke one of them and there it was,the WORLD for me to see".

She missed waking up and feeling the early morning sun on her face,she missed the feel of monsoon rains on her skin,she missed the sights and sounds of bustling markets ,she missed it all. With these thoughts she walked and walked and walked , before she knew it she had reached home. She covered the entire stretch from Banashankari to Koromangala by foot. Rejuvinated,thats how she felt!

(i know its a crazy thing to do,walking from one corner of bangalore to another corner,but you guys should try it! if not everyweek atleast once a month. there's lot more u see and hear when u walk then when u whizz past on a bike!)