A man is having a long walk...he is listening to music on i-shuffle. So many thoughts are passing his mind.He is a writer and is busy constructing stories...he sees images, flashes of memories, faces,expressions,bits and pieces of events...

There were birds flying around and it was a windy afternoon. He was walking around in a park.

Suddenly he saw an image in his mind. Someone walking fast(only legs can be seen), as he was about to turn to a corner, a strong wind past and a bird flew and hit his stomach. The man falls and the bird's beak had hit his stomach, and as the man held the bird; accidentally; he was quivering, and the bird scratched him more to fight free. The man lies on the pavement,blood spilling on all directions and people are circling around him.

At that moment something hit the writer, he held his stomach, holding whatever had hit him,he fell down and started screaming like a hurt man.

A boy called back and ran towards him, "Sorry! are you hurt?"

The boy was trying hard to keep himself from laughing. The writer suddenly realized something. He opened his hands, it was just a ball! A tennis ball!

The writer stood up and gave the ball to the boy, ashamed of his reaction . Others stared at him as if he was mad. Who would ever know, what was going on in his mind?