a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

THE ART OF WALKING : never meant for us.....

                             " HOW do  people walk without twisting their feet once ? "...                                              

IS something I wonder   The Art Of Walking is something none of us has learned in our family - my Mom, elder sister and me., none of us.
                         Every time we are walking down the road, its either my mom about to fall either me, or my sister. This twisting and tumbling feet of our have sometimes created serious problems.  Many time, it ends up being a enjoyable memory  with striking  pain "OUCH"......
                           Once upon a time I and Mom were traveling to meet my sister . It was a three day long train journey ,.  On second night the twisting of feet caused a twisting of life time. As Mom was going to Loo I being a ideal daughter offered  to join her.... The train was on high  speed, and I was walking behind Mom, .  Next thing I remember that something pinched  my  feet, and Mom turned around to look  at me, but she saw I was jumping ( BUT NO I WAS NOT ) the very second  I was on floor. Alas my whole trip was ruined,  rest is history........ Result - Twisted Left Feet For Life time.
                                      Similar thing happened another day- We were on our  way to Grandfather's house through backyard path. This time Mom was behind me. She was walking and talking to Grandpa, next thing we knew, she was on soil..  Result - Twisted hand.
             
  And my sister has a story of endless fall, so cant write them now. But we have one story. WE were walking down the road one day, suddenly my sister said she prefers footpath  and started to walk on footpath, the very next moment footpath said  "But I don't   prefer you." So my sister was on on road rolling. Funny but hurting....
                           
                                 But we have our own ways to protect our self,  I always hold  my Mom's hand, so that none of us fall even if we twist a feet. We fall , due to no reason really, we walk fine as my view goes ..... 
                          Sometimes I wonder is our feet twisted or the roads twisted. Of course the road is twisted silly me, WE walk great, but the road has a disagreement with us....


P.S - someone should write a book for us : MASTERING THE ART OF WALKING 


thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries

1 comment:

  1. this one is really nice. I lovd it.God bless you and your family's feet.:-)

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