All his life the boy had done as he was told to,believed what he had seen,trusted what he had heard.Thats why when his masters told him to pack his bags and move to Mumbai ,he never protested. Little did he know that it was all about to change.
Maybe Mumbai was for him as the alarm clock was for Rip Van Winkle. On the one side was this boy who had lived all his life without a purpose, one who never cared enough to love or hate anyone and on the other side was this city that waited to teach him how to live,all willing to show the way to a damned soul. In the flash of a moment he could feel the winds of change blowing in .
That was the first day in his whole bland life that he felt so many wonderful things-all at once.For the first time he realized there was more to a rose than its thorns, for the first time he realized that the evening sky drenched itself with love and not blood,for the first time he went to sleep and didn't have a nightmare.
For the first time in twenty-two years the boy had lived .
3 comments:
nice post! [:)]
Indradeep when u feel winds of change are blowing in, it means time has come to rise high in life and career and the moment u feel everything is going good and nuthing is changing, it means something somewhere is not good. So keep of njoing the changed flow of wind................
ek jaigi dusri aayegi...meanwhile live your life.
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