Writing

Walking Along The Road.

Walking along the road,

I saw the sun was shining brightly on the leaves of the roadside tree

Many were the trees which had luscious fruits on them.

There was an apple tree,

And the apples were shining in the hue of brightest tinge of red,

Which reminded me of my younger days.

Walking along the road,

I met a man whose bike had broken down,

And he was trying to kick start it.

I was waiting for my mother.

The man –“This damn won’t start. Can you help me?”

I-“I know nothing about bikes.Sorry.”

The man-“Oh! It’s alright.

By the way why are you standing here and where are you going?”

(I was pacing up and down the stretch of the road where Ma was supposed to meet me.”

I replied-“Towards the dam.”

“The dam?”

“Yes, there’s a fish seller nearby, who sells fresh water fish”

“Ah! He’s my brother.”        

“And today’s catch is huge. I can give you a lift if you want.”

“Thank you. But my mother would be coming along in a few minutes in her car,

So, we will go to the dam in the car.”

The man smiled and said- “Bye for now. If you don’t meet me at my brother’s shop,

Then know that I would have gone fishing.”

He went away on his bike.

Few minutes later Ma came, and both of us went to the fish shop.

It seemed that Tilo had gone fishing.

Adios!

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