Striding with the pace of life

What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

A white wall. It was a wall of an old house. It was a long stretch of wall with a small window near its starting point and a single dark green metal door right in its middle. As one moved along the wall, one would notice at some places the paint had started to fade, some of it had started coming off which was a courtesy of the children hitting ball against the wall while playing cricket.

If one looked closer he/she may notice some thin dark lines as well. What made them? The reason was coming with the sound of plastic wheels rolling against the wall. The little grandson of the owner loved to play with his toy scooter on the wall; sometimes for hours he would go left and right rolling the scooter along the long stretch of the wall. Sometimes, a person or two would point out the marks he had made on the wall, but it didn’t matter, because my paternal grandparents loved having the little marks of my presence in the house.

The door previously mentioned opened and out stepped my paternal grandfather, ready for his evening walk to the market. He called for me to accompany him. I was a little angry being interrupted in between of playing with my toy scooter, but I loved to go out with him to the market every day.
On the way we would meet various people in the neighbourhood, children, adults and even elderlies.

My grandfather would interact with each of them, introduce me and ask me to greet them. This is how I learnt the etiquettes I presently possess in life. As we moved ahead, houses disappeared and shops appeared, so many shops, so many vendors, some of them had become closely acquainted with my grandfather and would give me sweets, fruits, etc.

The walk was long and by the time we came back the Sun had set down, but if we came back home before the Sun had set, then I would embark on another walk, this time it was with my paternal grandmother. Me and grandmother walked to the temple to offer evening prayers. These walking moments of my life are some of the treasures which I protect in my heart for as long as live and I hope they remain in the world through my words after my time.

So, now I love to walk, be it for the purpose of fitness or for the purpose of tinkering with a thought or two, walking is my favourite exercise and also my favourite physical activity. I am yet to test my limit as to how long I can walk, but I imagine that with the right thought in my mind, it might just be a journey with no end.