I have never considered myself a specially created extraordinary being who would draw attention from surroundings. I never dreamt to be quite passive. No,in fact I had never ever made my presence felt. I had been rather inconspicuous, overlooked by almost every eyes.
In this world there are a few techniques which are to be mastered for survival. I had always failed to grasp them. I had never tried to mind my own business or care for my personal interests. I never learnt that the world would never revere you if you tried to lead an exceptional life. I never understood that sticking to a single heart would never make your day, but its synonymous to folly. So at last the world ended up, thus punishing me-deceiving me of all joy and happiness. Here I am, locked in a strife with myself- How to deal with the world around.
Although my world, as you would come to know, is not quite vacant. It has elements in it-COLD. But not in the way they were supposed to be. It's not that which I wanted it to be. It would better be called 'ORDERED CHAOS'.
The vermillion sun had already leaned over the horizon. A sulky crimson summer dusk was descending over 6/89 Vidyasagar Pally.
I stood in front of the mirror doing up my hair. I took a final glance at myself , tightened my belt and at last set out.
In this world there are a few techniques which are to be mastered for survival. I had always failed to grasp them. I had never tried to mind my own business or care for my personal interests. I never learnt that the world would never revere you if you tried to lead an exceptional life. I never understood that sticking to a single heart would never make your day, but its synonymous to folly. So at last the world ended up, thus punishing me-deceiving me of all joy and happiness. Here I am, locked in a strife with myself- How to deal with the world around.
Although my world, as you would come to know, is not quite vacant. It has elements in it-COLD. But not in the way they were supposed to be. It's not that which I wanted it to be. It would better be called 'ORDERED CHAOS'.
The vermillion sun had already leaned over the horizon. A sulky crimson summer dusk was descending over 6/89 Vidyasagar Pally.
I stood in front of the mirror doing up my hair. I took a final glance at myself , tightened my belt and at last set out.
