A little kid inspired me to write this. Wish I could tell him. Maybe some other day.


I wish to be busy. Not the corporate ladder racing, money chasing, all work no sleep kind of busy. I’d like to be busy like a child. That child who’s playfully chasing butterflies and ants, hugging and talking to the pet, getting distracted every few minutes, building imaginative castles. And at sun’s exit, finally sleeping tired, with a smile, eagerly looking forward for the next day. I wish to be busy.



He was anxiously waiting with a bated breath. Countless things crowded his mind. When he heard the approaching footsteps, the heart skipped a beat.  He looked at the criminal, pulled a noose over his neck, said a small prayer, and pulled the lever. Yet again, he had to kill someone to make a living.