Enthralling Trails

‘Thoughts control your world,be a firm guardian of your thought,make certain it is of the highest quality’-Robin Sharma The little  boy  was engrossed in a sheer joy of his highhandedness over a bird on the tree. He was seated on his bicycle, with his neck craned upwards, his mouth opened and closed as a crow’s beak as he made  strange caw, cah sounds. It looked like a crow on the tree had  befriended the little boy as it cawed back.  The boy cawed again, the bird looked down and cawed at him, both were deeply involved in their chat, it was a breathtaking sight with the boy basking in the morning sun rays. None of the by passers watched him. A few morning walkers come for their walk, regularly, but many a times it looks as if the exercise is a troublesome task. Many use the opportunity to gossip destroying the serenity of  a walk with their anxious high-pitched talk. A few others have  earphones stuffed in their ears, leading them into  artificial environs where they are unable

“No matter the nature of your individuality, you can nurture a better identity and have a mature positively rewarding life.”   ―   Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha They dragged themselves heaving their luggage till the seat. The boy confirmed the seat numbers. My niece and me moved away so that they were comfortable.I was travelling back to Pune from Hyderabad   after visiting my sister who was unwell with a fracture in her ankle. It was painful to see my sister in a troubled state, but ecstatic to meet my siblings and their kids. My niece who was lately married off was also there to take care of her mother.  She had come to see me off along with her father. The man and the young boy huddled in their seats. I had got the window seat in the AC chair car.  The train chugged away at sharp 2.45pm . The boy sat next to me and the father a seat away. The whole bogie was filled with people making it very safe for all those who were travelling alone. On the far end was a young woman with a six

“ The weakest among us has a gift however seemingly trivial, which is peculiar to him and which worthily used will be a gift also to his race” Ruskin “And you will have to teach ‘Insight learning,” said the Psychology lecturer. He was young and lean,  with intelligence written in his amble, talk and conduct. He was one of our favourites, his lectures were one of those few lectures which one yearned to be in, leading to a  rejuvenated feel especially after a tiresome lecture of Philosophy. It was an assignment in Psychology for the students pursuing Bachelors in Education at the reputed Comprehensive College of Education in  Hyderabad . On reaching home I contemplated on the topic  wondering how I would put across the lecture to a class of  hundred and above. I loved Psychology as a subject, learning it was easy but to teach the topic required a strategy. I remembered the day my teachers in the senior college arranged a seminar and called us spontaneously to teach. I went confi