[A lot of people have told me they can't even imagine running as much as I do. My answer to all of them is that a few years back, I couldn't run either. But now I cannot imagine not running. This is the first in a series of drabbles that would hopefully get people who do not run, but dream of running, Running!]
Four years back, I took my then three-year-old to a park to see the flowers. I pointed out the phlox and the petunia. The pansies, the poppies, the chrysanthemums and the gerberas. The flowers that I had grown up with, and loved. But he wasn't interested. All he wanted to do was RUN!
Not run with a purpose. Not run away from or run towards something. Just Run. Run, because he loved to Run.
I almost envied him. Years back, I must have run too. But I had forgotten how. And couldn't do so anymore.
Something beautiful was lost forever.