Woke up at five in the morn, throat parched. I had a disturbed night’s sleep. Yesterday, I had rearranged the furniture in the room. The calculated risk didn’t pay off it seems. Risk?
Since, the fan is a wee bit skewed away from the bed; I had minutely calculated the sweep of the blades and the chances of the breeze hitting the maximum portion of my body. My legs missed out in the end. And all through the night, thoughts of wicked bloodthirsty mosquitoes feasting made beads of perspiration run down my temple.
Anyways, the point I was trying to make is different. Every dark cloud has a silver lining. Similarly, mosquitoes have their advantages. The crisp new running shoes I had bought a few days earlier made their debut today.
The dawn was just breaking when I made a break for the road—or was it my procrastination? I started walking, rusty knees creaking in protest. Chest puffed out, I put up a brave face as the skies muttered its approval with a sprinkling of gossamer rain. Dawn was spreading its clutches across the eastern sky. And I could breathe.
I walked faster. The ATM machine at CR Park wasn’t far away. The newspaper boy has become Dorian Grey. And today I was hell bent on wiping away the picture—at least, for a month.
There is another interesting incident that happened. While walking back, I thought what the heck—these are running shoes! Heart thumping against experience, I bent forward like a pro and started to run. Whoa…I had hardly covered 100 steps when a very unpleasant noise stopped me in my tracks. It was emanating from my throat. I felt the soft walls of my windpipe rubbing against each other…
That’s it boy—I told myself—you need a cool and balmy lassi. Mother Diary wasn’t far from where I was standing, bent over, trying to fill my raspy lungs with some nice morning air. I always believe in rewards you see, even if they come in tiny packages. How about bloodthirsty mosquitoes for a start?
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