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An evening walk

I took a walk this evening outside of the home. After being cooped up indoors for more than two weeks, it felt good to be out. The ankle still kept sending reminders that it is healing and i listened as closely as i could and walked accordingly.

The streets were empty for the most bit, even though the sun had not set. A sense of lightness seemed to lift me after days of feeling the heavy load of doom from looking at life outside the home through a screen.

It brought me face to face with a reality i seem to keep forgetting — why i do not do well indoors.

When i keep myself away from movement and nature — i lie on a bed and look at the world through a screen — i go into a deep funk, forgetting what is and clouding the present with all the doom that can be.

Past the closed garden by the sea, a barber behind a mask was shaving the beard of a man on a chair. He then styled his moustache with a few snips, shined his face with liquid magic and pocketed the money from a smiling, clean-shaven man. The men at the petrol station next to it, were looking at the nearly-empty road. The laundry was closed. The guard outside the atm was giving his chair a workout.

I kept walking as far as the ankle allowed, watching the clouds float by, forgetting about the lack of work as yet, and remembering the shelter of a home with loving people and food to eat. I turned back before the ankle started complaining.

I came home, changed clothes and washed myself. Then, i opened the window and picked up the pen.

A reality.

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Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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