A Window No Doors

The sun sets while the loyal footsteps of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira walks down from one corner of the house to another in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance. Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief that is carried; ingratitude is ignored. Selling pieces of herself for their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing for the dawn to come sooner. The image of her likeness stands up, and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil, metamorphosing it into a modern art, walking down the streets under the sun of liberation.

Owning things, keeping possessions, building relationships, fathers, mothers and sisters, job, career and studies, is a lot of weight to carry. Empty the backpack Keep things that you want the most to begin anew And relax your shoulders But don't be too selfish to wipe out all the memories that has been keeping you company always Keep the old possessions afresh in a new state of mind.

Fly. To fly, they say it's my dream. It never is. Flying is something that comes with full stops. But we have invented full stops in our lives. We follow deadlines, that is our period on the letter of life. But if you really want to fly, you have to be free of any stops, you have to follow on a long journey and go wherever you want. It is just like when you were young, and you didn't know any grammar and you could think anything is possible. Those are the moments I am talking about. There's the freedom. Commitments. They have commitments and so they never have time. What is time? Why are we counting? Is it too hard to go through the days that "one, two, three...." will keep you company. Is that why we learnt numbers? Pursue your dreams. Everybody has heard those words. What ARE dreams? Is there a definition to it? And if it needs to be achieved why do we have to slog? Isn't watching a dream in itself fulfilling. Because you had the ability to think about ...