Footsteps.
The 2-kilometer walk has been my biggest concern ever since I shifted to my new home. Public transport is not available unless you reach the main road, which is fricking 2 kilometres away. Oh wait... it's not just one way. I need to walk this twice a day to get to college and back. At this pace, I might as well walk a marathon. Ugh, that’s senseless. You RUN a marathon. That's okay; I know I'm just illogical sometimes. But let's put all that aside for now. The kilometers seem long only on the days when Prachi doesn't show up. So thats technically not a problem as she shows up on most of the days. I tied my laces and got off at my stop as usual, waiting a couple of minutes for the next bus to arrive. Prachi got off her bus and began to walk. She carried her usual black chart holder in one hand and a leather bag in the other. Her loose-fitting satin shirt paired with black jeans was mostly her regular look. The glasses complemented her round face, with strands of hair...