Hardik Pandey, Class X F
It was my summer vacation. I was staying with my grandparents in the village. One day, I woke up very early in the morning. I had no reason for it, I just couldn’t sleep anymore. I decided to drink some water and check if anyone else was up. No one was up yet. Yet, I didn’t feel sleepy and there was nothing I could do about it. Even the sun wasn’t up yet, but I could make out the fading darkness outside. Since there was nothing for me in the house, I went out. It was chilly, the kind of chilly that makes you want to run. So, I ran.
I have never been a religious person, but today, the temple on the windward side of the hill looked surprisingly attractive. So, I ran towards the temple. As I ran, I recalled something that my had had once told me. He had said, ‘Dear, life is like a moving track, where you stand opposite to its movement. So, keep still and you will only go backwards. Walk and you will remain where you are. But run, son, because if you run, only then you will move ahead.’
I was closing up to the temple. I hadn’t realized earlier, but the temple had a cliff beside it. the fall looked quite substantial. I didn’t go inside the temple. I walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down. Here, I could see a lush green valley below me, mountains and hills that looked like the head tip of a spearhead, and then, in between two spearheads, I could see the river. The sun rising in all its glory, just like everyday. The rays lit up the sky in blues and orange and purple.
It all looked wonderful. I was glad that the temple existed. I was glad that the sun kept its promise. But I was most glad that I had run.
