I was bored. Really bored. I had this small size football that my small nephew forgot to take with him. I remembered playing football. Or if you doubt it, ok, running after the ball some years ago. Since I didn’t want any eyes judging my football skills, I took it to the top of the building. I played for nearly an hour. All right, running after it. I tried some moves but it all fell apart every time with my foot pointing in one direction and the ball rolling in the other. At one last try, I nicked it casually and it neatly flew off the rooftop to land in a mini bird sanctuary next compound. It fell on one of the bird shelters that are like kennels for huge dogs with a loud crash and the exotic birds started flying and chirping in their cages. I had to lose the ball. I couldn’t think of going next door and ask for the ball. It felt good at that time though. All the running around I mean.  My body now aches badly. An hour of outdoor activity leaves me aching all over. Is this what getting old does to you? I want some Ragha Power. I have decided to try jogging small circuits near my place and in the beach if anyone keeps company. Anyone?

February 9th, 2008 Subscribe to the RSS feed!