Breathless

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Clicked during a recent vacation to Munnar, Kerela.

It felt good to get winded after so long -gasping and panting for breath with my mind gratefully numbed out.

It has been almost a week that my hand became better – my functioning is almost normal and I am okay as long as I avoid handshakes. They are my temporary personal hells. The first thing I did to feel normal was to go for a run.

I overdid it. I should have stopped at 3km but well, I was enjoying the burn so much that I kept at it. It felt good to be in control of my body and not give in to the fatigue that seeps in. I welcomed the weightlessness of my head after weeks of heavy eyes and dizzying pain. I truly felt like myself – no amount of squats, lunges or burpees do the magic as the good ol’ fashioned run.

I miss feeling alive. I miss the racing heartbeats. I miss the breathlessness as thoughts run over themselves to get out.

It has not been a picnic for the people around me – a bundle of nerves and negativity I was. The pounds have piled on around my waist, my work has become bland and Game of Thrones is taking on a storyline that is not to my liking! Journeying my way through books, music and assimilating the perfect brownie recipes, I kept from losing it completely. D – bless his soul – was patient most of the times!

In this time, I re-discovered a new fascination for science. Astronomy was always an interest through science fiction, but then facts are stranger than fiction! While I may not be knocking on ISRO’s doors anytime soon (They will shut down the moment they start admitting people like me), I think I want this channel to stay open. A belated resolution to learn something new came to me. Illness isn’t without benefits, I suppose.

Can I just SHOUT OUT a MASSIVE THANK YOU to all of you? The amount of love and support I have received, is incredible.



We are approaching the last week of August…. Can you believe how time has flown???

Routines

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I love a routine that keeps changing – an oxymoron, yes. There is certain stuff I need to do in a particular sequence and then there are things where I regularly shake things up. Food, exercise, music and books, the set-up of my room, places and faces around are just some examples.

I think I have mentioned I love running. But I tire of the treadmill. So I hunted for other options for a change of pace and path. Now there is a running track close to my place that I have been haunting for two years now. To empty my mind, I unknowingly started making observations and filed them to memory during my runs.

And I saw the beauty routine brings. I remember faces and the company they keep. I have been an unintended witness to the transitions that they have been through. A lady who used to get a stroller for her baby now holds her hand as they walk together. Those tiny feet used to be encased in booties and now carry an exuberant talkative munchkin. I have seen the woman become a little soft around the edges and smile secretly at the antics of her daughter. She is restrained when an older lady accompanies her – perhaps her mother-in-law?

I also see a man with a big handlebar mustache who has been a regular around the track. He has changed too! About two years back, he was morbidly obese and could only walk a few steps before stopping. And now his strides are brisk, considerable pounds lighter. The only thing not changed is his set determined expression. He does not look up and nod at people unless he is at rounding a corner.  He is one hundred percent focused on his walk.

Then there is a set of cute grandparents. Walking stick in each hand, a grocery bag strung over one shoulder at times – they stick to one round. No more. No less. There is a group of people they frequently run into. Grandpa is the one with the booming voice and Grandma has a gentle hum to her laugh. They look so sorted! And they always smile at me whenever I happen to pass by, calling out a “saavkash beta” (Take care child!) when I trip – which happens a lot!

Who knew I was a closeted stalker people-watcher?? Makes me wonder what guest appearances I may have made for other people, slipping in and out with no set days. What they might have seen on my face over the last two years?


Tell me a story about your observations. About those strangers who are so familiar for a few moments.

One-Liner Wednesday: Run!

“Don’t race, just do what you love – who cares about the time when you can run more and longer” – My otherwise idiotic cousin brother.

I was complaining to him (a runner as well) about how I was not able to reach my target distance in a given time-frame. He patted my head and presented me with the above which I am happy to say I have incorporated in my routine. Results are better stamina and fewer aches.

As a bonus, I will also share what he said minutes later when I told him that I am increasing my fibre intake:

“Go Wireless, Praju”

What a stupid amazing fool 🙂 He is visiting India after three long years and it has been a ball having him around!

Check out One-Liner Wednesday at Linda’s for something inspirational or funny or weirdly insightful!

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Keep Running

IMG_0097As I bent to tie up my laces,

I saw strangers gawking at my raised butt.

I bit down sharply and took deep breaths.

No matter

I will keep running.

 

As I started my warm-up jog,

I saw judgements on my age and frame.

I wished to conceal the salts of my hair.

No matter

I will keep running.

 

As I paced down the jogging track,

I saw smirks attacking my jiggling belly.

I resisted to hide behind baggy clothes

No matter.

I will keep running.

 

As I set forward accelerating,

I saw stares at my heaving breasts.

I refused to slow down and melt away.

No matter.

I will keep running

 

As I prepare before my first run,

I see a dogmatic society with beady eyes.

I was then inspired by them who still kept on.

No matter.

I will start running.


Looking at different people with their determination to not give up is often what keeps ME going! Anyone up for a run? 🙂

Of Mysts and Runs

Caught during another run :)
Caught during another run 🙂

A happy pup tagged my heels,

Sprinted along the dense trees.

A pause. A pull. A keen beckon.

Off we went beyond the hidden rock

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Over slick stones and mossy trunks

Following the trail of sleepy fireflies

Deeper and deeper we foraged

Until we opened upon a giant swamp

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Wood faeries weaving silvery tranches

Schools of naughty nymphs tittering

A wise old elf smoking shapes from pipes

Pixies braiding butterflies from moon-dust

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Lost in city smoke is this paradise

Lighted up by the dewy sunshine

A canvas of shades of eternal greens

Arena for forgotten magic at play

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Goodbyes and farewells were heavy

Drizzling mist as soft as a lover’s kiss

Washed away the signs of our tryst

A solemn promise to keep it our secret.


An early morning run on top of a misty hillock in light showers with this tale playing in my head. Can life get any better? 🙂