privately
pee.
Nicolas Kumar went to relieve himself. On coming back he discovered his mind had gone
missing. This seemed to be not enough to the gods bent on messing
with him, as the wind picked up then as if to toss him. Nicolas pretended he was all bashed up. It seemed
to him the flowers had been pulled up and were just now darting him. He imagined he was made up of pierced
metal. To help himself, he focused on his rucksack that stood by in
tacky splendor.
Nicolas, once a cool customer himself, made
an effort to return from wherever his mind had gone. He moved to
take delivery of his own driver. He decided that if he were still
in this confused state,
he would go through the motions and tee off anyway. He told himself
to rely on muscle memory to get through the shot. Before being
handed the driver, he told himself also he would not take as much time as this elder. Not
even.
He had another go over the sorry plight of the
flowers. His thinker went on another dramatic flight. His fearing
pulled him from his body. This left him so immobile.
Like by magic , Nicolas Kumar discovered that his jacket had
miraculously been removed .
It lay atop his rucksack. He discovered too that h is left hand was reaching out then for a driver he did not now recognize.
Arjuna handed him the club like nothing at
all was wrong. He gave it to him as if it w ere a common broom and he had in mind a few
household chores for him to do.
For his part, Nicolas felt he had been given
the sweeping item with no instructions on how to actually use it. In his other
hand , he discovered one
ball and also one blue
tee. The sad look of the ball and tee made them appear headed for
some premature end.
Nicolas sent his sight to patrol over the valley. He gazed at all those whose only apparent crime was to stand there
and look pretty. He looked at the flowers lit ablaze by fantastic
hues and also at the sparkling lake. Nicolas automatically determined the lake was
within his reach. It
seemed to be in cahoots with the sky-highs. Nicolas looked from the lake’s reflection to other areas in the
valley. Included in this
too were his usual yardstick calculations.
He turned his attention from the fairway,
the cool air and blazing sunshine, to the spectacular waterfall and
escalating Himalayas, rising to heights in the background. He
returned to the time of his greatest glory. Unlike Arjuna, the time he thought of was not f ar back. It was only two weeks ago at the time he qualified for
the Open Championship.
With this rediscovery of his great golfing
self, he came back and said quietly, "But how shall I among
friends?"
Nicolas looked to the fast-flowing stream. He searched its
ever-present tranquility. He hunted next for the sign that attempted to ward
off all trespassers. He peered out at the valley. It was plagued riotously by colorful
wildflowers. His feelings sank into more sadness. Nicolas fretted
again over the fate of these little beauties.
Is this designed only to tarnish my fair
name? he asked his self. Nobody should be allowed to malign me.
He tried to relax. Nicolas believed it was
best to take it easy. He pulled from his jacket pocket the course
map or journal . Nicolas began reading from it, though not this time for the perceived bit
of poetry. He read for the actual concrete yard measurements. He looked to the map for
helpful tidbits that could be gleaned from it if any.
One option was to put it into the lake. He again judged the area
to be in reach. Nicolas thought to hit it to a spot more
conventional. The idea of sending his tee shot into the drink
returned to like light
him up.
The
youth thought more on the gravity of t his situation. He believed hitting in the lake was the
best of bad choices. He began calculating the force needed for such
a drive.
Gaining merit here won't be easy, Nicolas told
himself.
This thought shined in him. Nicolas put on a slight smile. He felt he
pee.
Nicolas Kumar went to relieve himself. On coming back he discovered his mind had gone
missing. This seemed to be not enough to the gods bent on messing
with him, as the wind picked up then as if to toss him. Nicolas pretended he was all bashed up. It seemed
to him the flowers had been pulled up and were just now darting him. He imagined he was made up of pierced
metal. To help himself, he focused on his rucksack that stood by in
tacky splendor.
Nicolas, once a cool customer himself, made
an effort to return from wherever his mind had gone. He moved to
take delivery of his own driver. He decided that if he were still
in this confused state,
he would go through the motions and tee off anyway. He told himself
to rely on muscle memory to get through the shot. Before being
handed the driver, he told himself also he would not take as much time as this elder. Not
even.
He had another go over the sorry plight of the
flowers. His thinker went on another dramatic flight. His fearing
pulled him from his body. This left him so immobile.
Like by magic , Nicolas Kumar discovered that his jacket had
miraculously been removed .
It lay atop his rucksack. He discovered too that h is left hand was reaching out then for a driver he did not now recognize.
Arjuna handed him the club like nothing at
all was wrong. He gave it to him as if it w ere a common broom and he had in mind a few
household chores for him to do.
For his part, Nicolas felt he had been given
the sweeping item with no instructions on how to actually use it. In his other
hand , he discovered one
ball and also one blue
tee. The sad look of the ball and tee made them appear headed for
some premature end.
Nicolas sent his sight to patrol over the valley. He gazed at all those whose only apparent crime was to stand there
and look pretty. He looked at the flowers lit ablaze by fantastic
hues and also at the sparkling lake. Nicolas automatically determined the lake was
within his reach. It
seemed to be in cahoots with the sky-highs. Nicolas looked from the lake’s reflection to other areas in the
valley. Included in this
too were his usual yardstick calculations.
He turned his attention from the fairway,
the cool air and blazing sunshine, to the spectacular waterfall and
escalating Himalayas, rising to heights in the background. He
returned to the time of his greatest glory. Unlike Arjuna, the time he thought of was not f ar back. It was only two weeks ago at the time he qualified for
the Open Championship.
With this rediscovery of his great golfing
self, he came back and said quietly, "But how shall I among
friends?"
Nicolas looked to the fast-flowing stream. He searched its
ever-present tranquility. He hunted next for the sign that attempted to ward
off all trespassers. He peered out at the valley. It was plagued riotously by colorful
wildflowers. His feelings sank into more sadness. Nicolas fretted
again over the fate of these little beauties.
Is this designed only to tarnish my fair
name? he asked his self. Nobody should be allowed to malign me.
He tried to relax. Nicolas believed it was
best to take it easy. He pulled from his jacket pocket the course
map or journal . Nicolas began reading from it, though not this time for the perceived bit
of poetry. He read for the actual concrete yard measurements. He looked to the map for
helpful tidbits that could be gleaned from it if any.
One option was to put it into the lake. He again judged the area
to be in reach. Nicolas thought to hit it to a spot more
conventional. The idea of sending his tee shot into the drink
returned to like light
him up.
The
youth thought more on the gravity of t his situation. He believed hitting in the lake was the
best of bad choices. He began calculating the force needed for such
a drive.
Gaining merit here won't be easy, Nicolas told
himself.
This thought shined in him. Nicolas put on a slight smile. He felt he
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