A stroll in the park..

-The lady in hijab is walking briskly. I heave a sigh of relief as the sight took me through the freedom my faith generously accords me.

- The boys playing basketball have removed their shirts. With cigarette in one hand, the big one seems to articulate edifying tales to smaller one.

-There is a couple walking together.Their stories pass as fast as their feet.

-The man pushing the swing with his daughter has his eyes immersed in some other world.

-The ladies share a bench,sitting divergently with not a word or smile to share.

-Small boys jump with ecstasy as they enter the park . They feel they belong here.

-The girls in the swing are trying to touch the sky.

-The thin lady with the perfect figure is running like the world is at her feet.

-The tall guy taking huge leaps makes me feel like I am walking in a liliputian space.

-The ostrich and hens inside the small zoo is gazing outside,sometimes looking at us,making pleas to let them free.

-There is a lady taking rounds outside the park. As we share a glance across the railings,there is hesitation in her eyes to surpass that barrier within her.

-The watchman is on the phone or smoking.At other times, looking around and trying to subdue his thoughts, which could be bright or dark ,about having a job that to sit idle and observe.