‘Race loosing – Rabbits’ we all are…
Running towards a new finish line every time,
Even while we walk we walk friskily like a bunny rabbit from the ‘tortoise and hare’ story-line.
Always on the verge of finishing something, trying to catch a new deadline, a new task every time.
An endless race, that we put ourselves into.
The one that never declares its winner. Because there isn’t one.
Life that moves so fast that it simply works on the principal of making you run, all the time.
Shying away from your present, you run for it’s easier.
And you run endlessly, trying to keep pace with other hares running their own race.
From one place to the next when they allure you with one carrot or the other.
Marks, grades, jobs, promotion, money and we all keep running.
We run through a new check point every day, with weary legs and exhausted minds.
Because no one really knows, where the finish line is.
Hardly do we know what we are running after at times.
And as we run, we come across other rabbits that run along chasing their carrot, their finish lines.
We become friends, fall in love. But we never stop.
Few hares that fall and stumble on the way, few even help us get back on.
But hardly do we wait; hardly do we give up running after the carrot for someone.
Even for someone who really cared, loved and looked after us.
What if we did stay back in that small town, what if we didn’t tell that hare that we have to catch a bus the next morning?
What if we did hold onto that person…that place…that job in hand?
Probably we could have stopped running,
Probably we could’ve turned back once and seen the look in those eyes.
Because there were rabbits out there who gave up on the lure of carrots, those deadlines and projects.
Maybe we could have done it too…could have taken a break, stopped running and lived.
We could have lived more, and run less.
Lived what we had along the race, with rabbits that ran along with us.
Maybe we already crossed the finish line that we are looking for…

The very first slice of luscious white forest pastry melting in your hungry mouth…
Scent of wet sand spreading out, with almost an irresistible urge to embrace it in hands…
That crackling sound you want to hear as you try to stamp every single dry leaf on the ground…
Every time when you look at younger generation, saying times are so changed now…
Going through old photographs and believing in time travelling all over again…
Announcing to everyone that’s your favorite song but not the part who it reminds you of…
Every time when she gently ran her fingers in his hair and put him to sleep…
Looking at how the kitten cleaned its whiskers after gulping down the bowlful of milk…
That custom made coffee in the mug and unfinished novel waiting for you on your desk…
Although he is no more with her, the way she cherishes the good old times that they had…
Friends…and that moment when you all burst out laughing after a serious thought…
Suddenly discovering there is still one bubble left to burst on that old piece of bubble wrap…
Feeling of superiority after you manage to fit Sun between your two fingers looking at the sky…
Eye contact with a random person in the mall, wondering whether you’ll ever again come across…
Waking up and laughing at the very thought of seeing a dream as funny as that…
When after beating your own score in a game on your phone that no one else plays, you yell out…
Random smile on your face with simply a memory of that person you thought about…
In winters, showing the other person how fog is coming out of your mouth while you talk…
No matter how much you hate wearing raincoat, trying to collect dew of first rain in your hand…
That moment when simply a puff of cologne acts melancholy to her memories in your mind…
Secretly making a wish as you carefully blow away eyelash, making sure there is no one around…
Taking your own sweet time, clearing your throat, smiling once before picking up that special call…
Showing your friend repeatedly how picture perfect and unreal the moon looks tonight…
Feeling of déjà vu when universe finally puts you in the scene you always dreamed of…
Happiness and joy made to look so complex and hard to find, when it’s sitting at your doorstep…
For you to pick it up and spread it around,
Instead of pursuit of happiness…You could just simply smile 🙂