IT HAPPENED

        It’s like you are walking alone eternally through a dusty road, on a sunny afternoon. You got a fair idea about your destiny and are passionate about reaching it soon. You know it's where you belong to. 'coz it's where your soul is rested. A passion seen in the eyes squinted now in the light. There are other people on the road too. They look at you with familiar faces. They notice that you are weary with perspiration dripping down. But they say nothing to you. You move on with the same pace as if all that dirt makes but little difference. Each step is a prayer for many more weary days and gloomy riders.

       You don’t remember for how long you have been here.  You are lost out in the world facing the winds on your face. You don’t remember a time when your pace was slow. You don’t remember a time when the winds of change didn’t blow. The buzz around has just been the same. You reach a place you have reached before.

      And it rains in between when you get stranded in a flood. still, you wade through the gushy waters but you don’t stop moving. You close your eyes, you see nothing different. It’s the same darkness within of what is around. It’s the ultimate conjugation of the one within with the universe around. Like approaching infinity. It’s a State. And you wonder if you have reached your destiny. Would you now stop walking?