Out in the cool breeze walked a man. The footpath he walked on was slippery because of the iciness in the atmosphere. The temperature would rise in a while with the coming of dawn. He had a thin coat which was teared at some places which was the only object to protect him from the coldness. The silence of the place soothed his saddened mind which was pondering about the memories past. The thoughts were of how he came to rags from riches. He had a great past having more than an ordinary life, if he only knew what it meant back then.
He enjoyed his time and formed many friends and enemies all due to having strong opinions. How could opinions be of matter to someone he now thought? It were formed due to his experiences and not others.... It was a question to self which he knew could be found by searching his memories.
His legs moved with ease due to the friction formed by the shoes to get a grip of the path they tread on. The hands were in rhythmic motion with the legs and oscillating self-consciously with the legs for their lifelong battle to get ahead of the other oscillators. This was in itself something that intrigued the man's thoughts and formed new opinions of his memories and his current circumstance. The lifelong battle of the hands and legs to move forward and only to be pushed back by their competitors: the other hand and leg was something old yet which felt new. They gave a tacit understanding of the situation which goes on like a cycle.
It was now his time to understand the life in the streets and enjoy it and to memorize memories of this new life. He knew now that they will give him the push he needed to come back up again and this made him energetic from the inside.
The rush of adrenaline may not be much but the rush in the mind gave him the push he needed to push ahead to a jog then to a run and, furthermore, to a sprint. The breezy weather cut through his face making him feel the iciness but he was now ready for it and the sprint went for a long while. The one memory that was useful at present was of him sprinting around in the roads each day and that was one thing that could not be separated from him. This one memory had a prolonged effect as sprinting was something he craved for and sprinting is something that he will always crave for.
His saddened mind was transformed into an ecstatic mode due to the new opinion formed. In the future that is past he will keep this memory with great care. The scattered sunlight hit on his face smoothly as it rose for a new day.
© Aditya Subramanian, 2020
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