A new small town -New people, new relations, new life and a
new person in myself. I had never been that much excited ever before whenever I
had been a guest to any town. There was something about this one, maybe
something there wanted me not to remain a stranger to its existence.
One thing that stood apart from everything else there was -A
long Lone Road. It was unending, letting
itself to get disappeared into the horizon. Its calmness and beauty struck into
my head, leaving me wanting to be a passer by. Standing on one end of it, I was
becoming rather a dreamer of achieving the other end. I sat there for hours
everyday, getting obsessed with the same dream. Many a times I also prepared
myself for the journey, but fear inside always kept me away – fear of rejection
by the achievement of dreams, fear of never completing the journey. Days passed
and same things repeated again and again, and all happened for nothing; until I
had to realize that I was supposed to remain a stranger only, until I had to
leave the town, to go back to loved ones and to complete the unfinished tasks
and duties; breaking all the dreams behind, leaving the lone road alone again.
A bit of grief surrounded myself, but anyways, no thing in the world is
supposed to be ever lasting. I returned, I was home and back to a normality.
And now, years after, I am back to the same town; everything
being same except that the road is no longer a lone road. There are thousands
of roads and lakhs of people around here now. I am searching for the road, but
this time also failing, a sudden feeling of having everything to blame for but
nothing to blame at has shadowed my vision, realizing that the loneliness was mere
an illusion, always!
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