The tale of an evening walk

I was super thrilled when i wound up my work and left home to hit the jogging track for a good brisk walk while the kids were playing. I decided to make the walk perfect and use every minute of the 40-odd minutes and selected the TedX video I wanted to listen to while walking. Man! was I all set!

But alas! when does planning ever work!

I stepped down and bumped into junior, who of course was quite engrossed with his Ice-Pice-Thappi routine. But you see I am the epitome of foot in the mouth syndrome. For a moment, maternal manifestation took over youthful discretion and I yelled to junior, "You keep playing. I am going for a walk". The boy didn't care to acknowledge. He barely heard me. But turns out, I was very distinctly audible elsewhere.

In a blink of an eye, I got a rather gutsy invitation from a stranger to walk along.

Did I mention stranger!

Did I mention walk along!

Do we live in a free country?

Boo hoo! I didn't want to walk with somebody. I didn't want to indulge in small talk. I hate small talk. Where do you live? How many kids? How old? Which school? What activities? How's the school?

Noooo!

Boo hoo!

Here I was, all set for my walk with my current crush. Believe me Guy Kawasaki felt betrayed. I was going to walk with him. He was who I had my walk all planned with. He was staring at me from my Moto/ Youtube screen, looking all abandoned and deserted. I hated doing this to him.

I had to abandon him, Guy Kawasaki, my ultimate mid-life crush, for this middle aged, utterly boring freakish stranger murdering me with details of her domestic distress, too hot, and lunch mein ye and khane mein wo and husband der se aate....boo hoo!

Tell me why....oh why...why do I welcome these elements to my life?

Anyway...lesson learnt. In future, I shall only whisper my whereabouts to the offsprings (they don't want to know, but I'd rather keep them informed).

I am the wise walker now!

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