At around 2200 hrs, obeying my fathers orders, I walked out of my house wearing two pieces of clothing and my phone(documentation tool) in my pocket. Peace came to greet me within 2 mins. Sat at the bottom of the slide with him and started writing. Couldn’t bear the
machhars so decided to walk. Peace agreed.
Walked a bit to see a lovely visual of smoke rising from a house under construction. Shot for a few minutes. The guys working there got curious so showed them the photos and told them my story. They found it hard to believe.
Couldn’t bear the machhars again so started walking again. No shoes, so couldn’t do that forever on the worn out road. Came back to the grass in the park and perched myself on top of the slide. It was cool and comfortable. Machhars began to drive me mad. Then as I began to really wonder where Id spend the night, sister texted. Relieved, I walked back home over the damp ground in the park. On my way in, I felt something gooey under my feet. Looked back to see a couple of frogs. They seemed fine, and even if the guy was slightly hurt, atleast he had company.
Opened the door to find a bottle of water and a pack of ‘little hearts’ biscuits on the table.
Assumed they were for me, and thought to myself, how sweet. Lesson learnt, I walked up to my safe place.
Respect and make the most of what you’ve got, cause what you’ve got, is a lot.
Keep that fire burning, and the sun will shine on you.
