Today morning, as I was driving to office, a small kid, around 5-7 years old, turned around as I was approaching and then sped off as fast his little legs could go. We raced alongside each other for a minute and then I overtook him. When I looked into the rear view mirror, I saw his trembling tiny frame bent over, hands on knees, gasping for breath. He had a smile on his face, it was lit up like a 100w bulb. He was happy that he had given it his all and held off a mighty car for a meter.
I was happy to oblige.
Engaging duels, small victories, the spice of life...
