I saw the children playing the game from a distance.
The ten-year old freezed on his elder brother’s command.
My thoughts wandered, yet again.
What am I doing? Rushing. From the moment I wake up in the morning till the moment I close our eyes at the end of the day.
But rushing where? Just like the clock never stops ticking, I never stop running. From here to there, from there to somewhere else.
But why? Because life is a race. I have to come first.
Is life really a race? Who all are running in this race? I see no one except me!
As the elder child allowed the little one to release himself, I was also released of my thoughts and a lot of worries.