• Thoughts and Quotes

    Luck vs. Passion

      As I stepped out for my evening walk today, one of the neighbors, a small, petite woman having little kids of her own, casually greeted me. She noticed my walking shoes and my headphones and instantly said, “Wow! You are so lucky that you manage to go out for a regular evening walk!” On normal days, I wouldn’t have even stopped to acknowledge such comments. But today, for some reason, I stopped, smiled and said, “I make time for walking. It is my way of retaining my sanity!” With that I pushed on pressing the hard gray road beneath the soles of my shoes. I don’t know why it was…

  • Thoughts and Quotes

    Walking in the Rain

    There are days when I want to break down When being strong is not an option found When tears want to flow and sobs like to be heard When I want to curl up inside a blanket and shut out the cruel world   But something stops me from breaking free From showing to the world how fragile I can be From crying out loud, lest someone might hear me   On days like these, I take out my walking shoes Plug in some music and set out into the streets The sound of the music inside my head Drowns the last few barriers dead   The breeze whistles past…

  • Yog

    Learning about the World

    Morning walks with Yog have now transformed from “Learning to Walk” exercise, to “Learning about his World” exercise. We walk less, but stoop more to pick up things from the road. He feels almost every fallen item on the road to explore its colour and texture. If there is something very interesting (usually a stone or a shiny wrapper), he decides to sit down on the road or on the mud alongside the road to give the item its full attention. In the initial days, I used to worry about hygiene and infections, but I figured the amount of learning involved for him in this whole exercise is much more than…