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Walk With Me!

‘Wait’, she gasped, nursing her bruised knee.. but he was far ahead of her. She tried to keep an eye on him so she doesn’t lose him in the sea of people.

She was tired. She was breathless. She wanted to rest.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying not to think about him for a while. Trying not to rush behind him all the time.

It had been a long journey. But it seemed that she hadn’t seen anything. She was missing out on so many things just to keep up with him.

He never stopped. He went on and on. He would never slow down to walk with her. Instead she would keep running behind him, to keep up.

Often she would tire out and fall behind. But he would hardly notice. Once I while he would stop and wait for her to catch up. She would get an impatient look everytime, when she looked for sympathy.

She wanted to go slow. She wanted to enjoy every bit of the journey. In between she would want to stop and admire the things along the road. A beautiful scenery or a vendor selling trinkets.

Now she couldn’t carry on. She had to take a decision and take it right now.


She opened her eyes slowly and looked for him. He was standing around the corner, impatiently waiting for her. She gathered all the strength that was left, turned her back towards him and started walking, slowly.

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Alesea said…
This reminds me of the song
I walk a lonely road the only one that i have ever known, dunno where it goes but its home to me and i walk alone.......
good one
June 1, 2007 at 12:44 AM
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