I am in love

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I am in love; in love with my wooden bench near the jogging track. I love to walk slowly and there is no reason not to run.

I am a walker. Not a runner. And most of the times I don’t even walk. I just sit and watch others walk, jog or run. Sometimes, I see someone running, and tired, who occasionally comes and sits on the same bench. We talk a while and then we get up and walk a little. Slowly, I notice that I am walking slower, and the gap increases. I try to run, but it looks futile. I raise my hand, wave and move back to my bench.

I watch the distance growing. Looks like this distance will never get patched. It is increasing with each day passing. In all these years, this is the first time, no actually second time, when I felt that I am tired. Actually, I am tired of being myself.

I am again on my wooden bench. This time, I want to get in the sleep mode. I remove my jacket, fold it and place it under my head, before I spread myself on the victorian marvel. Plugged in my ears, my music player sings my familiar set of songs.

I love this bench; I love this muddy ground on which this bench stands.

I would feel very odd if this bench stands up and walks away.

But I guess, one day, it will.