I work out every morning. No no dont raise eye brows there, i try! My gym is closer to Ammas place so the easiest mode of transport of course was walking. Now after moving, post marriage, i have to depend on my two wheeler. I'm at home for a few days coz Dad is not in town and Mum is alone. Moral support :). Anyways, now again, for a few days I'd be walking to the gym
On my walk to the gym, i had a bunch of people i used to notice. On the road where my residence is, the first person i would see was a tall uncle who would walk as though he was doing long jump - his strides were that long. I always felt that my walking was like lilliput steps next to his. And he would look at me as though saying 'Move it'. Next was an old couple, walking back from the temple. They were lets just say normal - talked between themselves and kept walking.
On the road that linked to the park, i normally met an uncle who if i had a chance i would love to pluck his eyes out. I used to cross the road to avoid him. Once when i walked close to him, I've even heard him mumble something. A bunch of expletives would run thru my head.
Near the park i used to meet, permanently-looking-at-the-floor aunty whose come close to crashing into me many times, radio- aunty who believed in community radio as she would not use headfones, the middle-aged-uncle with tiny shorts who used to jog around the park, the alien-headphones grandpa who was so totally cool listening to music on headphones that were far bigger than his head, the tall young lad with long strides standing almost 7 feet tall, and lastly the uncle who wore his tracks on his chest and also religiously adorned his forehead with his Sricharanam. These were noticeble people, there were others of course who i could still recognise as they were at some point a part of the landscape.
After many days now, Im walking to the gym again and its so strange how you feel a sense of belonging looking at these people even though some of them inspire the worst in me. Coming to think of it i actually miss noticing these people. Today as i walked, it was funny how a couple of these people who i notice (who had obviously noticed me as well), actually smiled at me - sort of 'welcome back' smile.
Strange are these people, nameless, yet welcoming me into this morning world.
On my walk to the gym, i had a bunch of people i used to notice. On the road where my residence is, the first person i would see was a tall uncle who would walk as though he was doing long jump - his strides were that long. I always felt that my walking was like lilliput steps next to his. And he would look at me as though saying 'Move it'. Next was an old couple, walking back from the temple. They were lets just say normal - talked between themselves and kept walking.
On the road that linked to the park, i normally met an uncle who if i had a chance i would love to pluck his eyes out. I used to cross the road to avoid him. Once when i walked close to him, I've even heard him mumble something. A bunch of expletives would run thru my head.
Near the park i used to meet, permanently-looking-at-the-floor aunty whose come close to crashing into me many times, radio- aunty who believed in community radio as she would not use headfones, the middle-aged-uncle with tiny shorts who used to jog around the park, the alien-headphones grandpa who was so totally cool listening to music on headphones that were far bigger than his head, the tall young lad with long strides standing almost 7 feet tall, and lastly the uncle who wore his tracks on his chest and also religiously adorned his forehead with his Sricharanam. These were noticeble people, there were others of course who i could still recognise as they were at some point a part of the landscape.
After many days now, Im walking to the gym again and its so strange how you feel a sense of belonging looking at these people even though some of them inspire the worst in me. Coming to think of it i actually miss noticing these people. Today as i walked, it was funny how a couple of these people who i notice (who had obviously noticed me as well), actually smiled at me - sort of 'welcome back' smile.
Strange are these people, nameless, yet welcoming me into this morning world.
