It's been said that if you let your heart decide your path, you would never lack will power... That seemed untrue to that boy 👦 he was unsure whether he has lost it or he never had it... That thrill of exploring and expanding... But now he had another mission, he wanted to discover that kid of his dreams... Whenever he would see him he would feel as if this kid is answer of all of his questions... But how to sail if you do not have a compass and how to trek when you do not have a map... All he knew was about his destination...
Often he would wake up with a start in a new terrain with foreign people he would ask himself, "where am I?" and no answer could come forward... His restlessness grew more and more and he ended up depressed with a feeling that he would never discover who the boy is...
Hopelessly he traveled back to home 🏡... Like a kid after losing a game...
He had glimpse of knowledge on his face but no sign of content. With a lot of hullabaloo he reached to the threshold of his house, looked around recalling the long old days he had spent in imagining how his travels around the world would be... He looked at the fence where he would sit with his friends and talk endlessly about his passion... He saw the old playground where he had kicked his last breath out while playing games with his friends... And there was this lake... He reached there to wet his hands with the water and the memories it had enclosed... There he was standing by the lake looking at his reflection and a voice he heard
You need not to seek answers... You have to discover it...
And in tha moment he knew...
'He is that KID'
All those years he spent wondering what world outside would be?... What pleasure it beholds?...
All he craved was for the thrill and passion...
But his soul and his mind resided where he started from...
And in that moment, at that second, he was thrilled beyond his imagination...
He was content now 😇
Well its a page of my own where I not only write about what I do and occurs around me but also what I feel... its kind of random and not focused to a thing page... thats why its "My Page"...;).. I hope you'll enjoy reading them...:)
Sunday, 23 August 2015
23 aug: story of a boy - part 4'
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