Thoughts

The young boy had a time on feet and so did I – albeit longer. Finally, after months we could run outside together.

Why aren’t you talking, he said on our first round. I hadn’t realised I was quiet. Was I thinking of something?

I asked him about school and for him to rate his subjects. It seemed to come down to the teacher and not as much the subject.

I thought about as I plowed through a tough day, and later saw the Gandharva Mahavidyalaya rehearse and perform. It seems like a gentler world.

Perhaps there is a page to take from that.