Friendship and Circle, both have no end.
I could feel the excitement. I could hear cheerful yays and fearful ahs. As the time lapsed, the butterflies in my stomach kicked in. One moment, it felt like I am at the top of the world. In another, I could almost touch the ground if I allow my legs to stretch by inches. The pendulum ride turned out to be lot more fun than anticipated by our group. How did I get here on the ride is more of a blur. I don’t know what led me here, I just know that this is fun and I should go out more to enjoy. I saw my colleagues sitting across me in a small open cuboid form trolley. A little girl, definitely afraid of heights and possibly death, clutched her fingers to the vertical bar supporting the cuboid to the pulley.
‘I never thought I’d be writing something’, he glanced at the screen and pressed the ‘delete’ button. ‘Penning down a story or an incident isn’t’, he hit the ‘delete’ button again. Pressing his chin with the fingers, he adjusted his spectacles and gave a slight cough. A nice opening. ‘No wonder, the sales of journals is still rising.’ What? Who reads the statistics. His mind replied back. A nice opening. He repeated the words, secretly pinning his hope on the thought that it might help him to think something different. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, crossed his hands over the table and let his mind to travel somewhere.
The moment he heard his full name from the other side of the phone, he cursed himself for being late, again. Punctuality was one of the words he was completely unknown to.
When I see down, I see cars racing.
When I look back, I see pictures moving.
When I look ahead, I see future running.