Conscience of Small Joys

I have always believed that life's real moment are cherished in small joys. Those little smile you get to see the kindness in the worlds eye.

My conscience said have gone mad. I said, let me just try.

Started cycling. On my way encountered the evening traffic. Somehow got stuck up in the middle of vehicles. The moment signal turned green and every vehicle started to move, and I wanted to get on the extreme left side of the road before someone started to honk for obstructing the traffic. Found a space between the back of an Ertiga and a cab right behind it. The Ertiga moved swiftly, and I thought the cab will honk any moment. It didn't, and stayed behind until I was on the left side completely, and then the cab drove past, and I saw the cab driver giving a thumbs up along with a smile.
All I could do was smile back. :-) 

A steep uphill ahead at the Pedder Road. I was almost out of breath, cycling uphill and speed of a snail. I didn't want to stop even for a second even if the speed was close to negligible.
There comes a signal with traffic on my left side moving, and the moment I reached the signal, the traffic cop actually stopped 2 vehicles to let me pass. Didn't expect it, nor wanted the traffic to halt because of me. I quickly passed by, waving a Thumbs up to the cop, a smile on my face and said thanking him in my mind.

Finally after struggling tirelessly, reached the top end of the road and two men at the bus stop almost cheering me. 

I didn't know what was happening, or why are people are acting that way. But honestly, felt really good seeing these gestures from strangers on the road. 

Reached Marine Drive, and suddenly I see a XUV500 driving alongside, and the lady on the front seat rolled down the window and was interested in my cycling helmet, specially the inbuilt flashing red LED on its back to use in the night, asking where she could buy it. A small conversation about it went for cycling about 200 mts before the car zoomed off. 

A smile on my face again to know more people are excited to use a helmet while cycling. 

Finally reached the Badminton court. Was back again after 3+ years. The sense of my past moments flashed right in front of my eyes. That feeling of coming back! Had missed it real bad. 

I had decided that it's my first day after so long, and will not play more than a game, after all had to cycle back.
Ended up playing 2 singles and 2 doubles. Was dead tired. Stamina lost somewhere in space.
Before leaving, came out of the court, kept the bag on one side and lied on the ground, staring at the open sky.
A little rest later, started to cycle back. I had to get home quickly.
Pedder Road uphill cycle was terrible. My legs had no strength left, could feel it going numb. Yet I kept paddling. Mind said stop, body said stop but this time my conscience said keep paddling, and I did.
An hour later, without stopping even a bit, reached home. Finally 22 kms cycling journey had ended.

I could never believe myself carrying out everything I just described. I know for most it might not be an exciting story, but it indeed is a feat for me, specially knowing that my health is in bad shape.

Now am just lying on my bed, typing this out only in one hope that my body doesn't start paining badly for doing this all out of the blue.

And that brings an end to a tale of small joys.

Stay SuPeR, Stay SiMPLe :-)