Life, it goes on.

Kids

He drove the same route back and forth on weekdays, well over a year now. Same hoardings, same pasta, same cursed traffic lights. It aint exciting anymore. Deteriorating attention span, peppery hair and social media hypertension, suffering from middle age crisis like every other person of his age group. Failing to understand when will enough really be, Enough? Turning the knob right-he chose to dive in a pool of melody, played on air.

That boy, 4 years maybe, wearing daddies pant with a rope around his neck to hold em in position. Halfway up the traffic post, seemed like having time of his life. Tan face with a head full of shabby, sheepish hair. His heart sunk, for the kid was born poor. Amazing as it seems, children find joy in almost everything. Day after day, he would watch him from a distance. Never once did they meet or wave, or wink. Just look and smile within, when its green, drive away.

Two weeks later he is nowhere to be seen. He looked everywhere, at half his regular speed. That kid meant nothing, but he felt something. Guilty? Sad? Angry? Some relations can never be explained, they happen for no good reason. With time he knew this will, be left behind. So as always, he chose to dive into a pool of melody.

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