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                      Few days back I was coming back to home from my Tutorial, in general I have to do a break journey - have to   travel by two Auto rickshaws home. But few days back it was different, my Rickshaw-comrade was absent. So after the first rickshaw, I decided to walk home....

                         Well the walk was not very long, neither romantic, nor very silent.... But I wanted to walk for channelization of my thought process. So I was walking  the Fly Over,,, the only tourist spot in my small town.... It was evening   and the view of the cars was beautiful... as if all the fireflies were marching down the road..... Then my fickle mind traveled back through space and time to my childhood... Hence I retraced the story of my first experience with rule of the road.......

                                         As far as I can retrace... It must have been one of the summer month, as I saw myself in the white uniform and a sunny day..... I jumped down from my school bus, to find my Mom missing from the spot where she used to stand everyday to walk with me home.... Well that day she didn't come, I cant tell why?..... But the brave heart in me started to walk home.... Well let me be honest, my home was two minutes from my stoppage... I was a very stubborn child then.... But as I was walking,,,, I decided to dirty my school shoes as revenge to walk alone home.... I loved the way how I dragged my feet, then kicking in sand, I loved how beautiful patterns were made in both air and my shoes... Hence to me those dry and dirty sands were very tempting ( from then I had this mania of collecting sands in small jars). But my blissful walk was broken midway, I found a man yelling at me to stop doing my dragging and kicking... I did stop out of fear... That day I got a very important Lesson...

         People always have a problem  to our ways, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong....

 Well after that day, I did do walk, drag and kick sands time and again... But I don't  remember that man's face....  All I know my road manners are pathetic... But I feel, People have no right to say us whats right or wrong, may be we are walking down the road, or just putting our thoughts,,,, Only I can understand my view point of life..... No ones wrong , No ones right.... Wasn't  the road always mine???

  I realized with Fly Over walk- I grabbed good health, good topic to write, & saved five Bucks home

P.S- Hence it was A walk to Remember,  

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries
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  1. SpringApple112 February 2012 at 02:05

    the beginning was a bit slow, but down the line you seem to have gained your stamp of unique style, and the end is very nice. Keep up the good work \m/

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