The clock is adjusted , I am ready to write. I am going on a journey, the sun is shining, the day is looking bright. I will follow the sun and see where I will end up.
It’s an early morning sun, the birds are flying about welcoming the beautiful day and I am walking breathing in the lovely pure air. I see a small hut yonder, will I go to see who lives there, yes my mind is made up.I am walking the path seems endless, if I was Tagore I’d make up a poem for everyone to read. I cannot, although I love reading poems and memorizing them. I failed to develop the skill of writing poetry.
I should not be distracted my aim is the hut, the little one. How much longer is the path I ask myself,who knows I’ve never walked along this path.
Wait now I’m almost there, I see a little boy playing with his spin top, it’s a very inexpensive toy, I tell you truthfully the pleasure you get from this little man made device is equal to none. I’m distracted again, I was talking about the boy.Oh look he is waving out to me, I must find out why.
Here I am he is showing me his top, he tells me he got it last night before he went to bed. This is his being good gift, he wants me to play with him, Okay I say,” but I cannot spin it like you , can you teach me?”
The boy replies, “it’s easy , I will teach you.”
I spent a full twenty minutes but could not spin it the way he did.
Time’s up the clock says!