THE DATE WITH LIFE

BACK to Roots .....................................................Again........................................................

When I was five , my parents bring me back to my family. The quality of strife was lowering every passing day but the teeth of poverty were getting sharper . I was admitted in a local private school as all the kids were admitted there.This was something new for me as I was on way to learn local language. I was feeling relax with friends both within the school and outside it. I pick up the language very quickly and soon was part of throng. Everything was normal until the time of exams ,when the school demanded the fee and that was the last thing which rented me back to isolation. some how my father did manage and the managing was promethean.

In the meantime the conflict around was resonating and death was dancing a n***d dance. The rebels for authorities ,though angels in eyes of common populace, were grooming their ways to the illusion of freedom. There was a current of currency and everyone was trying to get his pile.However the lucid version of social networking were of belief that the freedom is near and sure though they were too simpletons to understand what the freedom meant for them. The big fish were eating from tale as well as mouth and getting their pile in ongoing festivity of political hallucination. The machine was grinding the life and only pebbles were powdered as big stones were gathered mass.

In the meantime the group was baptized and groomed who took the road the less traveled but leading to treasure of barbarian authority. Being formally part of rebellion, they knew exactly who when and how of populace. Again death was given free hand and pebbles were crushed and this time too hard and harsh as the hands were of their own.

In the meantime I was in second standard and helplessness was always getting first position. The mockingbirds were pricking the flesh out of my soul with hibernating worms given the color of words . I don't bother or maybe I pretend not to bother and kept on my odyssey in realms of darkness haunting every second in daylight and overthinking eating its pile in the heart of night.