The Road to Gorai: Going Down a Road Less Taken

I have been down this road before

But never this way

There's something so familiar 

In this unfamiliarity 

Something so different 

Like I have seen this road

But never been down it like this before

So as we make our way

Slowly but steadily

Moving out from the city 

Onto roads that leads us past 

Quaint village houses 

A place where the grey skies 

Seem to have descended down 

To touch the land

Patches of salt pans and paddy field

Surrounded by the soothing greens 

And then like running on a heaving chest

We climbed and descended

With every breath the road takes

Running round the curves

You challenge us to keep up with you

Up the steep climbs

Cause you'll reward us at every turn

Like a master rewarding his faithful dog

So we keep up with this road

Making it up the climbs

Making the ascends on weary legs

Huffing and puffing and panting

But making it all the way to the top

To find another descend 

Followed by yet another ascend

But the reward is great

Cause the view of breathtakingly beautiful 

Making us feel blessed 

And leaving us in awe

So we steadily trudge on this road

Pass paddy fields and churches

Quaint little houses with the sea

In their backyard

Pass crosses and villages

People slowly awaking 

From their Sunday slumber

Pass ladies in lugdas 

And girls in green or similar attire

Boys dressed in their best

Men in their lungis 

As they made their way for Sunday mass

Looking at us funny stranger

Huffing and puffing

As they gleefully went on

And so went down slopes

Overlooking wharfs filled with boats

Making us feel like our very own Goa 

Without ever leaving the city

It was here the blue of the sea

Met the great greys of the skies 

Nothing furious, just gentle waves

Breaking on the shores

Once again we moved away from the sea

Down a road that felt oh so familiar 

Once again surrounded by the green

Brining up a familiar feeling

In an unfamiliar setting

Cause though the road was the same

Things have obviously changed

And then came the time to take the right

Making our way steadily to the beach

To the greys of the skies 

And the distant seas

(Cause it was low tide)

A welcome sight

But Signalling the end of the run

Making you feel glad

That 21k was now down

All that was left was memories 

From the run

Along with weary feet but a thankful soul

Inspiring the verses of this post

That shall never grow old