Gotta keep 'em there, in my pocket.

'Then I guess you've got to just stay here, in my pocket' said the voice at the other end. No, it wasn't a random chat-up line or an ex caught up in a cheesy moment! It happened to be a rather Do-I-have-a-choice-but-to-deal-with-this-now work moment. So there I joined, with my cackle into their earphones, on another's jogging track. And I have since come to cherish this picture of myself, a really tiny me, swaying in a gigantic sweatshirt pocket!

When I run, I carry my music and my thoughts. I sometimes take a longer stride or skip a step, to keep in sync with the rhythm of my thoughts and the music. I fancy breaking into a bollywood number when 'Suraj ki bahon mein' makes it's sunshine entry. I should do it, some day; or why, every day! I sing along, I mumble. I try to make a plan for the day. And mostly, that ends up being the only structured work that I'd have done that day- make a plan. And I heed to some more thoughts, and at the end of the trail I think, 'I've got to put you away now, in my pocket'. And I picture me, a really tiny me, swaying in a gigantic sweatshirt pocket!