The beginning
I was walking across the road tossing some pebbles and kicking them. They fall into the muddy puddles or hit the extreme end of the fences that are surrounded.
As my thoughts end up eventually connecting to all the dots of the past. It felt nostalgic how everything remained the same. The shabby houses across the street, muddy puddles of rainwater, the honking of the bikes with teenagers racing on these streets, with joggers enjoying the damp weather and kids splattering the water as they jump into those puddles with joy.
As the deeper my thoughts dove, the more it ached by how we walked on the streets together, discussing how my game could've been better and how my father sighed that this was all he needed,"We being together". Some people are hard to forget and the more you miss their absence, the more it hurts in their presence.
I felt the clock was ticking down as i was phasing out into the loneliness and in a snap, I was interrupted from my thoughts when someone patted me on my shoulder."Sasank walk fast man ,you aint a toddler and it's expected to pour heavily" he warns me mocking me the way I walk .
"No offense I don't mind being delicate and being a man doesn't mean I'm forbidden to express anything I feel" I look at him with an annoyed face.
We were getting back from a basketball match that was held between our housing societies.My friend Arsh was the only friend I had till now.And was a captain of our rival team. It's been quite long time playing as rivals ,but neither did it affect our friendship nor we made it personal it was strictly prohibited to never mix our lives with the game.
"Being a captain doesn't mean you've to be assertive and rigid .I guess you can be vulnerable too and that doesn't make you less of anything " I exclaimed and started walking back home lost in my thoughts.
"Do you know you're such a painful person", saying this he winks at me and rides off in his motorbike as I stare at him racing down a street and honking as a crazy boat as a flyer hits my face which reads "We're Hiring ",In need of an assistant who could manage the accounts of a music record store and will be paid sufficient ". As i crumble the paper and throw it on to the road . It hits a bicycle rider and everything happened in a wink.As she fell on the ground loosing balance and while I try to help her when we stumble onto each other.
She glares at me as she utters "This isn't your ground to play around and footpath is meant to walk and the litter is better in a bin than on the road"saying this she shoves my leg from her bicycle and mumbling to herself about how bad her day could go as she leaves in a rush.
I was left amazed how she could never listen to my part of the sorry and zoned me into the arrogant kind that has to be left on the road struggling to get up as I sprained my ankle. "What a weird women, I whisper to myself and grab my bag .It starts raining and.....
