The Race

He started running..his little feet slowly speeding up.. little fingers of his going up again and again, each time a little bit higher..the 'appoppanthaadi' had no intention of getting caught. The evening sky has started turning red..soon the darkness might cover the path. But he ran following where his eyes went.. the little black stones on the mud road is pinching his feet.. but he ran with excitement in his eyes and lips with half a smile and half tired. Wind was playing his part of game, sometimes flowing fiercely and then taking a little rest making it difficult for the 'appoppanthaadi' to gain his share of lead..but still trying his best..a look back at his seeker and then there!!!.. he was struck between a tiny piece of stem. Damn!! That's it! I'm going to get captured.. a forever-end to his freedom. Gasping heavily but still with a broadened smile, the boy reached his target.. carefully.. just like holding a new born baby, he held his 'appooppanthaadi' freeing it from the clutches of the stem.  A big smile and gentle smoothening and then a smooth blow.. there went the appooppanthaadi.. in his new path. Its almost dark.. the little feet is on his way back home!