Consequence of Weekend Exploration

Usually my day starts with a boring alarm and then I begin my chores until this weekend experience which has made the difference since then. There is a hill adjacent to my apartment which I’ve always wanted to conquer since I shifted to this place. I used to see even old people climbing it slowly. But I am an addict due to which I never could take up the task. My addiction being my laziness has kept me in its trance and never gave up on me. I didn’t want to let him feel defeated, so I never resented.

But this Sunday, this laziness of mine went for a holiday and I took to the task. After I had lunch I took a break of 30mins and started on my boxer shorts, I went on the top and realized that I hadn’t experienced such air ever in recent times. It was amazing and then what!! I see that there are series of hills connected and one could walk over on the top of them. I went about half a kilometer and reached the next hill where I found a particularly wonderful spot and landed my arse on the concrete. I could just sit on it for hours (2hours though) and feel the wind gushing and gaily solitude crept upon me. I was enjoying every bit of it. Time dint seem like it existed. Added to that, it started drizzling which multiplied my excitement. I just sat there till the rain god has completely satisfied himself by drenching me but less did he know my contemplation of bliss I was driving out of it. Finally I didn’t want to scare my mom that I was dead in those bushes by a snake bite or a slip from those rocks, so after four hours merriment, I left to my home.

And on my way back I decided that I was going to visit this place EVERY day. So I did yesterday and felt good. Today it was slightly drizzling and I kind of realized that if I give up now my friend who went on a holiday would come back and conquer me so I started again. Usually a damp beginning is not really something I welcome to start a day with, but today I went up the hill and what I realized was that the rain god thought he had been more judicious in thinking that his outburst was going to make me feel a blighter of myself. I have successfully tricked him and silently enjoyed his thrust huffing and puffing as I wanted to complete the whole operation in 30mins today.

Way back some strange minute object took over my sight of an eye for a brief moment and I didn’t stop, what I realized was my speed was exponentially increasing and I was compelled to open by sour eye and try reducing my speed. I somehow succeeded and my very presence here writing this post proves that. I then has a feeling incubating in my mind that what if I could climb up and down with my eyes closed. I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I think I’ll give it a try unless these spirits die.

:D !!

quite an interesting table, must say! :P