"water may not be pure" he uttered "but a child's....." he was facing the sea, resting on the promenade, "question is why not show things how it is?", there was no one to answer him, HMT Janata shows 9:30, radio box hung on the shoulder of old man, he was wearing a golden brown kurta which had bronze strips, cleaning his broken glasses which were mended by green string. Radio played a sweet melody of "kai Baar Yun Bhi Dheka Hai ", specifically it says
sometimes it also happens, that mind's limit
itself tries to break it, behind unknown thirst,
behind unknow hope, mind just start running for it.
A child who was sitting not so far from the old-man, was gazing innocently to the few crumbles of bread old man was serving himself, old-man's hands were shaking maybe due to his age, similarly boys was also shivering maybe due to hunger.
life is so long, but not for forever, sometimes things mugged up, similar to how birds were now puzzled, waiting for old-man to finish so that they can look for some left out crumbles, old-men kept a little large piece beside him, he seemed depressed.
Who's fate rightly decides the true holder of crumbles, the birds who have to feed their child, child who have to feed himself, or the old-men who have to support himself for keep going....?, suddenly a blue coloured van passed a little close. birds displaces. Van continue on road without much disturbing towards the street.
street after street, narrowing till it turned to one way, carrying gravel, through SR co-operative society, following Mohan-Vihar and JMD building, crossing the local garden which was exclusively for the neighbourhood, van slung through that, into a narrow street on the right was potager, left was red, van that just created a local low pressure area displace them a bit, orange patterns emerged out of red just like some-one is welding, some sparks have trails resembling style and others don't like painter have sacudir yellow colour on petal.
A white Air Jordan 1 Mid walks crushing them walks in small strides, but periodic, chrushing the twigs absurdly, his eyes tells differnet story, earlier i didn't believe in eyes, i beleived that eyes too can lie... and still do beleave, but there is a thin raw of exception, when i saw my mother's eyes while i was leaving home, when i saw a beggar's eyes providing his child hyping so much that child doesn't even notice who didn't, when i saw a small child's eyes at hospital praying for her father, this all was so... but when i saw Virat's eyes at 19.4...., when i saw my eyes while talking about her, i do believe, yes i do believe...., you know when i start talking to my-self, and after all that hour end debate, i reach the same conclusion, " i don't understand, to what to do...?", i want to talk about Virat, his eyes tell a different story at 19.3, like if he is in fight within self, "this is it, no don't...don't show...,i don't know, is it this...?,....." then on 19.4 one of his side won, till 19.5, i said to my self "yeah, eyes don't lie...!".
How weird life is, someone is not able to go home and someone is not able to run out of home,, he was standing at the front gate, there was a plastic sheet tied to gate stating "No Parking in front of gate", but maybe they forgot to mention what to not park, because he was parking his feeling their, in dilema, fighting with his prejudice, with his fomo, with his nauseous carrying anxiety, with his responsibility, responsibility to be succesfull in life, to be something but what he mind was fighting with " not be something in life", maybe it is the best oxymoron, being something that is nothing.
Sometimes against all odds is the hope, Hope a wonderfull thing made by God or maybe by human, but it is what keeps a man alive, which keeps me encouraged to breath. He was also hoping, hoping to study well, hoping to get good grades, hoping to get a decent job, hoping to get a good family, hoping to be able to give best to family, hoping to get .... , no no not a wife...! why? because he thinks marriage degardes a women, a girl who is smiling, giggling, dancing, "HAPPY HER" is been lost somewhere in the caos, caos of setting things in home, coas of vessels, caos of mixture, caos of provding, caos of child, coas of husband, coas of parents, caos of job responsibilty, coas of life she going through, lossing everything she adores, forgetting what she used to smile for in the run, and at last he is not "Happy" nor she remains "Her" she losses what she actually was...., but in this he doesn't mean to be afraid from the responsibilty of marriage or not want to that freedom from the bond of talking charge, talking call and just hop from one girl to another.
He stood there lonely, without any motion, without any encouragment to continue, hands on waist, face leaned down, teeth bitting his lower lip, eyes enlarged, eyebrows a little lifted, breath stopped...
asking himself " do i really what this?"
suddenly he started smilling, evaluating something.
Sometimes it is necessity to go with flow, rather then going aginst it, Nature is you know is something very peculiar, it make sure that your food have perfect about of salt, customised for every person.
"HELL..."
He enter through the blue rusty gate, it was single-leaf swing gate, such that at a time only one person could pass through it, he enters pulling all luggage one by one, walked through paved pathway, opened the door, now as he opened the door he was hit by the wave of freshness, he thought he smelled the air musty, nevertheless he continued furthur, hallway was spacious and decorative with plants, it follows the grey, metallic theme, there were stairs and lift both facing each other and perpendicular to them was a large window which fills the room with light, he went straight to life and pressed the button, while the lift was coming down he saw the mailbox on the right on it, he tried to look for his room but before he could find there was a cling indicating arrival of life, specially for blind people. In the lift alone nersously, and why not he would be nervous, for such kind of person like him, meeting and talking to a new person itslef is a great deal, yeah the apartment have two tenets, he could blend easily with people but that doesn't mean he loves to do that, being an introvert, he will face a lot of mental strain.
He reached his floor and moved towards front looking for his number, although there were only 4 doors.
"ok there is it" Phew...
he knocked at the door numbered '504'.
as the sound of foot-steps were increasingly approaching, his heart kept racing fast....
*Clack*
door opened shiftly, as the door opened completly for a few seconds the air stoped and suddenly like air has given him a little swung, he collasped, such that a damp noise was heard by 4th floor... h
His eyes and brain couldn't agree on something...