I ran. I ran hard and long at daybreak, almost trying to outpace the sun. The body just obeys the mind, even when the latter is clueless and hopelessly lost.
Often people run away from something they can't wrap up in a sheath of verbiage, something ineffable. I run from absurdity, or so it seems. I wonder if there's any getting away from it.
Sometimes I try running away from my own thoughts into a void somewhere between verity and falsehood, reality and imagination. The cerebrations are indeed too random sometimes for me to handle. I've always faced this conundrum, and the time I spent slogging for civil services exam was no different. With the frequent detours of the mind, and an attention span that's quite unenviable, I wonder how I've done in the exam vis-a-vis the other candidates, but I do draw satisfaction from the fact that I did what I could within the constraints of time and resources. I remember D.K. Goel, the owner of FIITJEE, once defining perfection in a similar manner.
