A walk to kindness

Last night when he went out for dinner with few bucks putting in his pocket, It was a rescue walk. Yes. At times when it sounds bulge and lay heavy on his mind, you know, all the talks and laughs, tears and cries, then some self-made thoughts because he occasionally let wander in old lanes and old houses, even the remembrance of some silent atmospheres and quiet starings and the early mornings, all these fill up to his eyes and before he crashes, he takes a small walk. So much benevolence in a walk, like a small quintessential pilgrimage.

A small walk is fruitful as it refills him with fresh scenes in the crowded cheeky city. He breaths in solidarity as he sees people with several lines on the forehead, some absence minded talks. At times he arbitrarily wonders who all live in these tiny apartments? What do they eat? How do they live? What do they think? Says to himself, these must not be fictitious characters, how strange it is that we cannot peek into other person's head. Street dogs, straying, sometimes busy in their small pursuits help him cope up with centralism. He is no superman at last and although this feeling saddens him, he has made term with it. He is no superman he learned a while ago and there is no chance as well. But then how to earn greatness? Says to himself, better be kind. Be kind even when it itches with teary buggy nails on your skin. Be kind even when you lay naked in an ice sheet. Be kind even when you are kicked out of your team quoting your incapacity and thus invalidity to remain. Be kind even when you are aging. Be kind even when it is unbearable and breaking you apart. Be kind to bullies as it bullies them. Be kind to yourself at first.

The outer world still remained the same, quiet earth, dynamic sky, cold air but he took something from it. He is back to his place, his nest, his single room apartment, his lab - a bit energized, a bit refreshed, a bit more kind.