Fiction

 Its becoming quite clear that the talent hidden in me has turned to dust or did i have  something of worth to express which could benefit the curious minds? If not  then why this agony and restlessness! This is perhaps the compulsion of human nature to mark his presence distinct from his society to carve an exalted position. But to what use! The struggle to outshine turns into a disease which overpowers the very existence of the person who is inflicted with this malady. Its perhaps the aberration of the  human gene, a type of neurotic state which pushes one to extreme human conditions. He is deprived of the ultimate culmination of human humdrum into the absolute peace which is sublimely ecstatic,  when knowledge fame and exalted positions look meaningless and when one  achieves the oneness with the Brahmand!

In the autumn of life when nothing  matters much and the rat race turns meaningless,  the deep stillness fills you ,  slowly the introspection happens . It  corrodes the superficial layers of  the conscious mind  and beneath comes  alive the world of your innocent youth ,the white brightness of the cool skies, the dreams of rosy future. The  innocent indulgences  of the  moments  seem that life is  vast and enigmatic  and  now from that  very world peeped a day which stood  clear and expansive  wherein a figure rose which i could see even now so clearly and which had  transformed  me then. For a moment my heart had  stopped beating and i was completely mesmerised by this young person .   The feeling was new to me and it was  intense.  my entire surroundings  got subsumed  by this one person . Only a strong urge took hold of me ,I wanted to follow him.  T...