Being Rishi.....

4:12 AM
A small town somewhere down south…….
Everything so quiet, so still as if it was all over for the world. Even the air was stuck to its place. No movement whatsoever. Perfect calm for an upcoming storm.
A door is struck open with all the force in the world and in the process caused the deafening silence to shatter into pieces.
A man rushes out from inside and propels through the narrow streets. He has a bag, a black bag, no it seemed black, it’s a dark bluish bag, one you can take for black under dull lights.
A mad rush, running for his life or running from being caught….?..... Involved in a theft or running from thieves? I believe a bit of each of them yet different from all of them….. a perfect athlete, but with no competitors at hand. Storming his way through the streets, making his path so clear in the utter silence that even a blind man can make out where he was.
The streets were narrow and the edges were steep. He doesn’t wait for the sharp turns, too agile to be decelerated. The feet seemed so light and fast paced as if a motor working up a machine.


The man was my mind…………in an arbitrary time and at a random location, my mind like a cursor on a computer screen scrolls in all possible directions at various paces, taking sharp turns, braking and moving in the most unexpected way. Speeding when heading a wall, running a few paces side ways on the wall, falling in the process…getting up and again the same pace…….it has the greatest tendency to surprise itself…….but one thing is for sure, it goes on and on and on……….