SCRIPTING THE FUTURE

The early morning sun kissed my skin and the beautiful warmth of the sun flooded my brains, I have been running from the last 45 minutes at a nice pace and I can feel the legs muscles getting tensed and steady, my t-shirt wet with the morning exertion, I knew this point where I just turned around and made the run back home, however I felt good today and I thought I will extend the run to a further kilometer or so, and create a new turning point, I have been reaching this point consistently from the last 3 weeks, without feeling the heat and adding another kilometer or so would make me feel better. I languidly run towards a new unknown target, the lonely house atop the hill was something I had got familiar with till now, however this time around I wanted to know how much more can I stretch and kept at getting towards that point. I might have just logged in around another 800 meters and I saw the big house just round the corner, just under furlongs away and decided to turn around from there and make my way towards my home. I could feel my muscles in my legs tensing under the constant pace that I had set out each day. I would go and sit by the curb stones for a good 10 minutes and then run back all the way home, my legs were looking for this break, they were possibly used to the comfort of the break that I provided them every day for the last 3 weeks. I made a quick dash towards the house, it looked very beautiful as I got nearer, a typical villa with a lot of garden space in front and the house slightly nestled away from the compound wall, there I imagined the cost of this house, possibly a crore I thought. I could buy it right now I told myself and smiled and sat on the curb stone just outside the house, trying to catch my breath and feel the heat of my body. The warmth was spreading down from the legs and into my whole body as I relaxed and stretched my leg muscles. I was lost in thought about the house and was looking around the nice neighborhood, Vijayanagar was developing into very pristine, broad roads, good houses, I must buy a house somewhere here I thought to myself. I heard the sound of the bike screeching to a halt behind me and then a wild cry and in an instant I turned back to see a dog was hit by a speeding scooter and the rider had just about managed to save himself from falling.

I ran towards the scene of the accident, more as a reflex. The dog look badly hit and was struggling lying down and not making a move, his coat was smeared in blood and the scooterist was looking at him with sympathy. I looked at the dog and thought it would be die any moment from now; I wanted to help him and save him but was not able to think clearly as to what I was supposed to do. He looked like a healthy dog a Labrador with his smooth and shiny coat and a massive head that was strong enough, his eyes were conveying the pain that he was going through and the girl next to him kept, rubbing his head, her long bony fingers must have felt good as he calmed down a little more. I got on my knees to stroke him, his heart was beating wildly. And then she lifted her face, a young girl not more than 20 with large eyes filled with tears looked into me for a moment I knew what was going through her mind, she was giving up on the dog, she dint want to see him possibly suffering like this

“Lets get him someplace where we can get some medical help” I said trying to pick up the dog, she helped me carry him, my arms burdened by his heavy body.