I sat and stared into space, somewhere far away- viewing a site where there was neither monotony nor impossible love, in fact their rivals were all seated in perfection. Happy stories always make it easier to conclude that some scenes are dreams. How quickly it had all happened- the knocking on the door, opening to wilderness, some harsh breeze shutting it abruptly, the sound of the key turning in the key-hole, the discomfort in the confines…
As absurd as it can get, internal decibels died within the walls but a faint call from the space was beginning to get clearer. Was it a wrapping in a philanthropic quilt? Or the sound of little children guffawing? May be the pride in one’s eyes? I dismissed it to be just a tight calendar. Keeping it all busy was essential indeed- a complete justification for dreams about world awesomeness and never-failing love stories. It’s not been easy, but when has it ever been? A larger purpose is always hidden- a pat on the back, a voice overwhelming with pride for you, perhaps a drive to dream big.
As absurd as it can get, internal decibels died within the walls but a faint call from the space was beginning to get clearer. Was it a wrapping in a philanthropic quilt? Or the sound of little children guffawing? May be the pride in one’s eyes? I dismissed it to be just a tight calendar. Keeping it all busy was essential indeed- a complete justification for dreams about world awesomeness and never-failing love stories. It’s not been easy, but when has it ever been? A larger purpose is always hidden- a pat on the back, a voice overwhelming with pride for you, perhaps a drive to dream big.
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