the 5 minute walk.... everyday

How would it feel like if you talked about the last time you stopped and  look back at a simple thing that you used to do every single day…. Something so simple as just walking from kahovskaya metro station to your hostel on a snowy day… the 5 minute walk…..

How ever bad your day was at college or how much laundry you had waiting for you back at your room… this short, straight pavement would bring the whole world to a stand still. While you walk into the cold night from the underground, your face feels so chilled and yet feels the warmth from the muffler clinging to your neck so tightly. Your gloved hands cozily tucked away into your pocket , you take baby steps with your jittery legs clad in comfortable jeans,  to avoid slipping on the frozen ice. There is  complete silence everywhere; broken only by your shoes breaking the frozen ice underneath and the soft  sound of snowflakes touching the ground. The momentary chills that run down your spine when you see two hulky figures at a distance , for fear you may be beaten up or stolen from….but as the figures grow closer, you see the baby blue eyes , pinked up cheeks of  smiling preoccupied teenagers exchanging amusing information you never understand…   The reflections on the snow glitter like diamonds that feels like your very own Christmas everyday..  every deep breath that sent down a cool wind down your throat that played as music in your ears…you walked to reach your hostel… everyday

How would it feel like if I talked about something I used to do three years ago , today… as I walk on the side of the road dodging every cycle that comes my way… trying to concentrate on the road so that  I don’t trip on any bump or depression while the cars and autos scream  their way through the traffic. As I cloth my face and seal it with a helmet for fear the wind may touch my face and scar it , as I swing my way thru the crazy traffic myself … everyday…

Does the past always seem so beautiful to you…? Coz I never felt this magical about my past when I was in it… but sometimes…your journeys also feel the way you feel about the place where it ends…

My hostel…. Each room had  a story.. a few happy parts , a bunch of sad parts…but everyone had a story to share, to hold your hand … to face your stories together. As I walked through the road to face an easy day or hard.. I always felt the same way…. God this should never end……!

It did … but I close my eyes and I can still hear the music in my ears, feel the snow touch my nose ,  the weight of the kvartal bags on my fingers, the pain in my head from giggling so hard with my friends…. Then a auto rushes past me , the driver screaming his lungs out.. ’hey!!! Watch where your goin!!!’ and I return back to today…. And walk on… everyday….