Six-Sided, Black-Grey, Box-Like

It's a cube, six-sided. Without exception. See it each day. Its colour, I cannot accurately recollect. Black-grey maybe. It certainly isn't too big. The kind you can carry with two hands, box-like. 


Fascinating, it is. 

And each day, she sees me sneak into the little by-lane to see it. Scampering across uneven tar, she comes in my way, to curb my pilgrimage. Gayatri her name. An inspiration I tell you. She encourages me to retrace. Tells me stories of the few who ran wild on open, green pastures. And believes I can too. But me, I am scared to break-free. So, "certainly not", my easy answer falls on disappointed ears. 

It's an easy journey, isn't it? Wake up each morning and run into the little by-lane, sit by the shanty cafe and stare endlessly at it. Six-sided, black-grey, box-like.









My Writer's Block.