Walks of life - 1

Walking is like breathing to me, more like a lifestyle and sometimes a therapy. I have the best memories of my life in its various walks. It is damn nostalgic as I recall some of them. Some walks are breathtaking and I know it that very moment, while some are just walks for a while and then they become the best experience ever had.

The walk to the office. I should shout out this is the best decision ever made by me, ever. Though it is not a very walk able distance, this daily walk to the office spanning over thirty minutes clears the mind and makes me office ready. It is actually a tough walk meandering the morning Chennai traffic, loaded with a backpack, a market road to pass and two signals to cross. But as I race past, I notice the same things, mundane things and new things every day and start my day.

The strange lady with umbrella who smiles at me without fail every day, the traffic police who holds the honking traffic till the old man with a loaded tri cycle crosses the road long past the signal turns red, the school girl who walks the blind man to the bus stop, the crowd at the roadside teashop draining down fresh brews of tea, the “avatar” kid who holds his grandmother’s hand tight as he nears the school, oh yeah I nicknamed him that way as he is smeared with talcum powder, holy dots and carries a lost look, the” pogai podara bhai” who walks ahead of me and then suddenly disappears into the crowd leaving behind a waft of smoky sambrani smell, the bougainvillea tree that lays a purple carpet to walk on and forget all blues, the aircraft that hover over the head as it makes to the airport reminds me of the travel life makes you make, the aroma of baking bread around the radius of the bakery makes me hungry,  the lazy street dogs that stretch yet refuse to move and make way for pedestrians, the cool girl who drives past in a bullet and finally the thatha at the market who unloads the vegetable sacks and his kickass attitude to (y)earn for a living.

So much in so little time, from watching people to arching the neck to catch the flight on the sky, all en-route the walk to office. Didn’t someone rightly say that the journey is more important than the destination?