Awalking I will not go…

The morning walk has been discarded ruefully. My shuttered eyes are thanking me for it, though the ostensible reason I keep giving myself is that there is too much company to allow me to walk in peace. Some other residents of the building who consider themselves my friends decided I was looking too mournful walking on my lonesome ownsome and decided it was their moral duty to drag themselves out of bed at the godawful hour of five thirty am and put on their walking shoes and walk with me. The problem in the mismatch is that I donot consider them my friends. Neighbours. Acquaintances. Perhaps. But not friends. We have nothing in common apart from being of the female gender and having offspring of similar ages.

So they flank me on either side. And keep up a droning inane conversation of what they cooked yesterday, what they plan to cook today, what they love cooking and eating. Most appropriate conversation for a self declared worst cook in the world to participate in. And when they get engrossed in their rhapsodic declarations of just that little pinch of that something in something which then adds an unforgettable taste to whatever delicacy they’re expounding on, I break out into a sprint and hope they cant catch up.

Which is another grouse. I need to walk at their pace. Which is a level above dwaddling on river fronts looking for lurking fish to catch by spearing it. Or sashaying down store front high streets ogling at the window displays.

Therefore I decided. No more. Early morning walks. I will sleep in. Blissful. Undisturbed. Snore my lungs out. Wake up refreshed and revitalised and ready to seize the day by its horns or whatever parts a day has open to seizing purposes. But I hadnt reckoned for the light sleeping husband in my devious plans to sleep in. The man opens his eyes at the first call of the muezzin. Read five am. I will be rattling the walls with my snores. He will helpfully shake me awake. Such a devoted husband. “Lemmmesleeep,” I snarl, pulling the blanket further up around my ears. There is a reason why I am a woman who runs with the wolves apart from the fact that I can rarely drag myself to the parlour for much overdue waxing sessions. I open one eye hopefully to check why I was needed to be awake. And have my hopes deflated quickly enough. “Arent you going for your walk?” asks the one true love. The voice resonating with the unsaid implications of the waist spreading beyond containment in the waistband of existing once loose jeans. “Noooo. Lemmmesleep,” I snarl politely. Refraining from leaving scratch marks on the hand that dares shake me awake. He mutters not nice things about lazy women with no will power and purpose and lies down silently, no doubt telepathically willing me to get up and get going. Now that the sleep has been truly and completely shattered, I open both myopic eyes. The room is dark. The world without is dark too.

I sit up and contemplate my course of action. And lie right back and go to sleep. My dark circles will thank me for the extra hour of shuteye. And whatever exercise I need I make up for when I take the child to the park in the evening and have him play catch with me for half an hour. Works up a sweat, gets the heart rate buzzing, makes me a fun mom (or so I hope, the child is not old enough to realise his mother is being terribly uncool), and keeps me from feeling guilty about skipping the mornings. And best of all? No one can walk next to me and drone infernally into my ear about how they make dahi vadas. And fill my head with visions of food while all I am trying to do is work it off.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published nine books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016), psychological thriller with Missing, Presumed Dead (2018) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. In 2018, she was awarded the International Women's Day award for literary excellence by ICUNR and Ministry of Women and Children, Government of India. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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8 Responses to Awalking I will not go…

  1. aneela z says:

    should i tell you of an exercise regime where NO ONE will volunteer to become an ‘attachment’ file…take to the stairs…you might feel a bit silly but there is one ‘routine’ that works wonders..walk up a flight to Level/Floor 1, go back to ground level, walk up to Level 2, back to ground, Level 3 and back…its a killer but its good ‘discipline’…your neighbours will cross themselves when they see you in the building and you might be nicknamed as the crazy woman who lives on X floor but I bet there will be no dahi vada whispering harrigan in your ear.


  2. Broom says:

    What a great way to exercise! Maybe I should have a child after all. 🙂


  3. goofy mumma says:

    I hate early mornings with a vengence, and am just enjoying the late sleep-ins till my son starts school. Completely understand your not going for the early morning walk.


  4. Meira says:

    You’re lucky!
    Waking up is a 5-phase process here.
    1)The alarm.
    2)The newspaperman who practices breaking the window every morning.
    3)The milkman who ignores the bag outside and insists on handing the milk packet to us
    4)The maid who creates a racket with the door bell
    5)And then the Alarm Snooze !


  5. sraikh says:

    I stopped walking as well(I try on the weekends) but the morning has become too rushed since I have to drop the girls and dh off at work. And waking before 6.30 a/m, I will be a zombie for the rest of the day. No can do.

    Anyways you look beautiful. I saw pictures on FB 🙂

    I agree completely. Given my time of sleep is normally 11.30 pm, waking at 5.30 am seems impossible….
    And thankee, you are too kind.


  6. Abha says:


    nothing is more important than sleep!

    ofcos i have never understood the reason to have conversations when walking! i used to do that when i went for walks with my pals as a college kid! but not afta that!!

    enjoy the extra shut eye and catch is so much more fun way of losing it!



  7. Kiran says:

    Plug on your Ipod into your ears and walk so no one disturbs you :)) You look beautiful !! Not fat at all !! But dont give up on your awesome routine for other nosy ladies 😦


  8. Kiran Manral says:

    Aneela: I climb the 15 floors to home once a day everyday.

    Broom: Among other reasons.

    Goofy mamma: No sleep ins for me. Am up at 6am on regular days and 7 am on holidays. Just no walks.

    Meira: Waking here is the muezzin at five am. Then the elderly relative slamming doors. Ugghh.

    Abha: Yup sleep always triumphs.

    Kiran: Go in the evenings now. Play with the kid. Chase him around. Total cardio in 30 mins.


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