Saturday, December 03, 2016

Musings - 4

She had just moved to the new place and new family. She recalled how her early days were. There were a beautiful mess of people; a bunch of humans who happened to find themselves in the same corner of the world, all in all attempting to make sense of what this life thing was about. Filled to the brim with wild dreams and an energetic interest, she had a craving for anything was conceivable, similar to something greater. She would hear the talks late into the night, thinking back about a part of the world, a period in her own life that brought her so much joy. She would sit peacefully, dazzled by these stories about warm summer evenings and her winter walks in the boulevards. To her, it is a Pain that is spread far and wide. This pain is the very reason for people to leave their homes and loved ones , to go in search of something else that they have never tasted, the reason for people to wander into the obscure; for an opportunity to find all around the globe live, the way they inhale and love and deal with each other. It appears to be implausible, this idea that there's a human out there, put on this planet particularly for her . . .