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                                                   Evening   Stroll
                                                     Nikhil   Hatwar
                                                      2017PHXF0038P

                   Quite   often   after   a   series   of   good   days,   do   I   begin   to   forget   what   drives   me   to   the   blaze.

                  I   then   somehow   know   that   it’s   time   to   pause,   and   hunt   for   a   change   without   a   reason   or   a

                                                         clause.
               So   I   put   on   my   music,   and   head   out   for   a   stroll,   to   find   anything   new,   either   big   or   even   small.

                   Like   a   kid   who   slept   through   the   evening   feels   remorse,   for   having   missed   the   play   and

                                                   running   like   a   horse.

                    I   make   sure   that   I   don't   miss   a   chance   to   witness   the   surreal   sunset   and   the   resulting
                                                       blissfulness.

                               On   some   days,   the   clouds   compliment   beautifully   to   the   sun,

                            And   on   some   days,   the   sun   peeks   through   the   trees   near   the   horizon.
                             At   times   the   flood   light   looks   like   a   star   hovering   over   the   ground,

                               And   at   times   the   rain   imprints   such   jagged   patterns   all   around.

                 And   almost   always,   this   doggo   can   be   found,   with   kids   playing   football   on   the   playground.

                   Like   a   player   he   runs   and   kicks   the   ball   along,   just   doesn’t   know   to   which   team   does   he
                                                         belong.

               And   when   he   sits   quietly   on   a   side   of   the   running   tracks,   I   pat   him   after   each   of   my   walk   laps.

                      Other   dogs   fight,   which   they   seem   to   enjoy,   but   this   one   grins,   as   if   he   is   saying,

                 And   when   the   sky   gets   dusky,   I   head   back   to   my   lab,   sometimes   to   discover   the   piece   I   was
                                               missing   in   the   pile   of   scrap.

                 But   if   it   so   happens   that   I   still   miss   my   spark,   I   keep   my   hope   for   tomorrow   to   bring   me   a

                                                new   direction   to   embark.





















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