Every evening, Rohan goes for a walk. It’s not a brisk walk. He is not doing it for his health. It’s a leisurely stroll. A saunter. A walk that is being taken for no ulterior motives. It’s as if he wants to float in the sea but since that’s too much of a hassle every day, he is making do with floating on the land. He walks without any sense of direction, turns when he wants to, stops when he likes to, and resumes when he wishes to. He walks by the trees, in the park, towards the bus stand, into the crowd, through a traffic jam, in a vacant parking lot, near the bustling coffee shops, and anywhere and everywhere. He walks without pretense, he walks as if he doesn’t have to go back home, as if he doesn’t
i read everything written by you today, thank you existing , thank you for inspiring
Living is not easy, especially when you are all alone. And old. You tend to think about all the ‘what ifs’. Life suck but it’s fun although