Sneakers and the Moonwake
It is quite early in the morning. The moon has not completed its walk. It is now slowly regressing. The water puddles are basking in the glory of the moonwake. I'm trying to keep myself awake in the wee hours of my morning walk. The last night has been a difficult one. Sleep eluded my worked up brain. The war inflicted against humanity is getting worst. My anxiety is scaling. I need to find a solace. My sleepy eyes find something. There it lies with ordinariness laced into it. The narrow jagged lane and its ragged fringes seem to be the perfect place for it to rest in peace. Tumultuous treks and quite a lot of running affairs must have exhausted it. It looks royal in its disowned status as well. Frankly speaking, I don't think anyone must have disowned it. It has an aura of walking away with pride. When faced humiliation, it must have disowned its owner. But where was its partner? Unless, the sneaker belonged to Cinderella and she was at a ball last night this mystery of a l...