Most stories start with an intention behind them and some start with just a naive thought. Some stories fail because they are never meant to be and some fail because they are never destined to be. In general stories require a clear mind and calm life. Stories in my mind move when my life is running, i.e., when I’m walking. You might argue, who cares if people walk or sit? You are reading this because someone somewhere derived inspiration in some moment to write about something he thought it would be worth reading.
My point is, I saw happiness today. Happiness kicked every obstacle which thought it blinded one’s life. If I’m asked with one moment, it would be, a friend asking another to rest his arms on his neck while walking. Again, you could say we put our arms on our friends daily. For clarification, even Dharmendra never asked Amitab Bachan to put his arms on his neck in the whole of Sholey movie. It requires some affection, some love and some feeling of authority over the other. How can anyone who hasn’t seen the other, other than in dreams, even imagine to have all these qualities? It’s just like asking the people to go cashless in a country still aspiring to be a digitized economy. The people can never let go old habits, neither in money matters nor in friendship, once they have owned it.
As I’ve put my first step with the help of my friends, I thought hard in a walk from BEL circle to my home. People call it mad. I call it time spent to find clarity in my path. I asked myself, should I take another step? Can I take another step with the friends who believed in me? I reasoned myself well saying, I chose to walk with them because I believed in them, each one of them. I remembered my elders saying, don’t back off after you’ve taken your first step, at a right place. Never back off. After all, which child likes to sit quietly at a place after learning to put the next step right, without faltering?
I smiled at the conclusion. The walk yielded a solution. The solution about a story I loved to write at the cost of my burning legs.