running...

The wind was restless this morning…it moved about in a rush…waking all in its path…making them restless as well…like a very important whisper that it was trying to reach me…I felt the leaves on the trees saying it…the echoes making a wet flapping sound like the ocean in a roar…their words ruffled up my kurta…it swished my hair till I was a mess…trying to get to my ears…but I shook it off and ran…smiling…watching the breeze trying to keep up with me…turning back to see it swirling and curling and enjoying the chase…I heard it laugh through the trees…and I laughed back…
It’s a lovely breezy day on my side of the world…and I feel as light as the words it carries…and a bit afraid of what awaits me when the breeze does catch up...