Ghost from past...

This week's words: 

Dull; adjective: Lacking interest or excitement; lacking brightness, vividness, or sheen; (of a person) slow to understand; stupid; verb: Make or become dull or less intense.

Race; noun: A competition between runners, horses, vehicles, boats, etc., to see which is the fastest in covering a set course; each of the major divisions of humankind, having distinct physical characteristics; verb: Compete with another or others to see who is fastest at covering a set course or achieving an objective; move or progress swiftly or at full speed.

Yawn; verb: involuntarily open one's mouth wide and inhale deeply due to tiredness or boredom; noun: A reflex act of opening one's mouth wide and inhaling deeply due to tiredness or boredom.

A white pebble stuck to her heel and made walking quiet difficult. Adya almost hopped to a tree and managed to get rid of the pebble with a few twigs. She realized something hard over her back, she had been resting over a board. It read 'Azadirachata indica' and within brackets 'neem tree'. A few drops of water fell over her face and rested lightly over her forehead. It gave a chilly feeling and Adya gladly welcomed nature to take over her.... The dullness of the day seemed to disappear.

There are few people who are like ghosts from your past... always hanging around. They are always there, but never really 'there'. When you close your eyes and think about them, distance disappears, problems dissolve and time stops ticking. You open your eyes convincing yourself, that they were always there. Adya's cell rang... She wondered before answering the call how difficult it is to 'remove' people from one's life.  'Hey, you busy?' a sweet voice asked almost apologetically. 'I am not...tell me' she replied inspite of herself. And that one minute took her mind off Siddhartha.She wasn't even aware how happy the call made her feel. Escaping the maze, though only for a few minutes became possible. Her mind raced through cherished memories and lingered over a while about how special he made her feel...

'Do you happen to know a good dermatologist? Someone from your college. I need to see one...' Aditya's voice fell like music over her ears. Her mind raced to the different faculties list and searched desperately for the right person. 'Yes, Adi... We can meet our Dermat prof. No probs.. but what's wrong?' They were lost in conversation over symptoms of skin diseases which were Greek and latin to Adi and bread and butter to Adya.... At the other end of the line she heard him yawn and wondered if he had a sleepless night, probably thinking about Adya... But she dare not ask. Not now...

The lake smiled approvingly, spreading it's waves in all directions. They rushed along the green carpet splashing against each other.......