Sara never thought of running the race. She lived in the moment, carrying all emotions in one potli (small packet), always responding quickly to the dancing wind.
Pausing or stopping was also not her aim. Sara believed in action, her genre was action.
That tarot card reader did say that her stars were tricking her for fun and times will change, that she should be ready to fight.
All Sara felt then was that a glitch is a glitch.
Time changed and Sara started running the race. She didn’t realise it for a quarter and when she did, dismayed, she tried to pause the world.
A year passed by on the calendar and Sara, at last, acknowledged it. You know she had to, her neighbours burnt firecrackers all night on the New Year’s Eve.
Sara understands the race better now, but she still loves walking in her own style.
When an obscure voice asked her what next, she confidently said, ‘wait and watch.’
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