Opening up the ends ,he smirked and critically analyzed the watch. It was branded watch though a little older.” How much will you give if we sell this to you”? He looked up and saw two beautiful girls standing at the doorsteps of a small room. A shop I may have called it but his actions were more that of a investigator than a shopkeeper. I with my benevolence asked again “How much will you give if we sell this to you”? He replied “150”. My back at that moment was crucified ,it felt as if somebody banged me through the narrow lane where only one man could cross at a time. It felt as a best friend stabbed me to the death. And above all it felt pain. I wished to cry but there eyes followed my every action , there moves crisscrossed mine. And I took those 150Rs from my right hand and bid him good-bye. Through the streets we looked at the big bazaars ,where people seemed to be so happy with their lives. We all have been through some struggle ,haven’t we? But do we analyze what struggle actually is?If you ask a sophisticated kid about his/her struggle probably he /she will laugh and ignore the question. Maybe few would say “living without IPhone when you are grounded”.
Eyes were soared with terror ,horrified ,and stuck at one thing .What next? We were at a point in life were we sold things to get money. Our very own things. We applied everywhere ,but they defered us out of anxiety .
When you walk bare foot on a beech and the sand pricks you after sometime you scream to the world in want of slippers. When the scrotching sun rays beat and heat you up ,you struggle to get your right arm at a position where your right hand would stand as a polenof shadow. You will struggle to have shine in a limited way.
I could see no sunshine , no shadow .Despair and gloom welcomed me each day. My head spinned in thoughts of despair. Melancholia had welcomed me. At office also people had started hating me. I didnt made effort to please them either. I was totally lost and was in want of solace. Trance and books helped me a little but when my father called me I couldn’t tell him that I am a loser. I couldn’t explain him the way I felt.
It felt that I was unclean. It felt that I had a lump of guilt which needed to be returned back. I felt like if I was about to slip from a mountain edge while screaming out papa. That time I felt and loved to have ended my life but alas ,I couldn’t because I had hopes in built that I would leave untouched.
Struggling through right and wrong I realized that life is a pity. Have pride when you know that you are going back to the eternity. Claim yourself to be someone when you have felt the pain of being alive ,because honestly who are You to claim the world?