It was Sunday
and I didn't intent to go to the park, it was a usual visit to my friend’s
house and he literally dragged me there. Though it was almost 6.30 in the
afternoon, I wasn't amused by the idea mostly because of the climate. It was mid-summer;
the air was dry and the land still radiating the heat from the setting sun. It
was too hot outside and I preferred staying indoor in the confinement of the
concrete walls enjoying the air condition. Any way I am here now out in the
openness of the park, the usual picture of a park doesn't apply to this one
though. There was less grass and more sand, it wasn't crowded at all but still
there were people walking in the walk way some alone and other in pair,
chattering and self-indulged in their own world that they don't even care to
notice the ones passing by. In the park there was a small playing area for
children, with swings, slides and lot of loose sand to play on. There were a
dozen of them playing in it, with plenty of laughter and chatter, while their
less animated plump moms were sitting on the bench nearby indulged in serious
conversations about cookery shows, their neighbor’s problems and the trouble
they are having with their children. Most mothers thanked the schools, not for
the elite educating their children got from there but for simply subjugating
them for five to six hours. There is a saying in our country were most believes
in reincarnation and karma that the worst enemy in one's previous life is the
one that is born as his child in the present. But I don't believe in all these
crap and to me I love children, they are innocent, simple, cute and filled with
energy, above all when I am with them they make me a child who can be happy without
any constraints of the adulthood. So here is my opinion, I don't care what most
parents think, children are totally fun to be with, explicitly when they are
not your own of course. In that moment of enlightenment my mind drifted into
the future where I have a child of my own, may be two or more if I was that
evil in my previous life. The cuteness, innocence and laughter, all disappeared
from my eyes and all I could see was sleepless nights at first, compromised
life style after and meaningless death in the end, all in the race to raise the
child. I snapped out of the thought with a shock and looked at the children
playing care free in the dirt, little devils in flesh and blood they are, I
thought, playing all innocent and cute.
I was moving
through these thoughts and before I was even aware of it I started walking with
my friend, a few rounds around the walk way and I started dripping from my head
to toe. Though walking seemed exhausting at the beginning, I started enjoying
as it went. My body started to feel the freshness and more over my head felt light
and all the tensions from my work just got erased. A little walk is not bad
after all; I picked up some pace and started to jog. I am not a lean guy, not a
muscular one either, a little bit over weight if you look that keenly, so like
all those in my bodily category a sudden inspiration struck me, I need to take
care of my body now, starting from tomorrow, evening is jogging time though
deep inside I knew that it's not going to happen. Few more minutes passed and
every inch of my body was wet, I searched for a nice place to lay flat. My
friend was still at hard work while I lay on the grass, watering it and
watching the dark sky. It seems the same, even though thousands of miles away
from my homeland, it is the same sky that I used to spectate from the terrace
back home. I use to make sword out of the Orion cluster and will fight the evil
swordsman on their black horses, becoming the white knight for humanity. Into
the unknown darkness I will swing my star sword, tearing apart the dark space
and bringing light to all, the surrounding stars will twinkle brightly showing
their respect and gratitude to the warrior. In that heroic memory I naively
raised my hand towards the sky to pick that sword up, to become the knight once
again.
