The Extra Mile
He woke up hurriedly at 7.30 AM. The alarm had been put to snooze over three
times. Ah! A little extra ten minutes of . . .
The Thar was her home. Away from the desert, she ached for the sands. And longed to sink back into the burning grains. She missed the heaviness which entrapped the soles. With each step, one dug deeper and deeper. She was born light, so spent hours in . . .
Journey To Take
Looking at the running app on her phone she calculated the miles yet to be covered. Reaching her set destination was important. But, somehow, from this spot onwards she didn't wish to run away. The docks seemed to have anchored her like the boats . . .