Zaarti

It's  a day spent well and just before my plan of sleeping, I let my mind free. This is the moment when my otherwise shackled, quiet and tamed mind gallops backward to the aisle which was crossed playing, giggling, crying, imagining, loving and living as a child. Those  were  the times of sheens and shines, we laughed frequently and laughed till we cried. Craze was such we collected wrappers, bottle caps, broken bangles and all that was junk. Where did the happiness come from, later, I shall debunk. We wore dresses till they were torn slightly, we smiled, got them mended by mom and wore till it was torn again. We never regretted the power cut, for it presented the candlelight dinners. We enjoyed alot the stories and lessons coming along. Repeat versions later on some other days were as good the 1st ones. It was known good then, to be beaten by at least one. If it was not mom, dad could have been the don. We are now gentle men and women but back then, we were l

It teaches you a lot with each try, you do it once, you do it twice and then you master it in some time. It says nothing, but you hear it aloud. Sound of efforts, sound of falls, sometimes little, tiny sound of the drops of sweat and hope and at times it’s your own gasp for the air you breathe. How can you forget the loudest of all? The sound of Silence! But, who has the time? There are roads filled with pits, pits are filled with mud and filth, you saw it none and fell. Took little time to get up and another moment to reflect. Smiled at the fall, saw it on the reflection of watery mud. Pulled your hair back, tied your shoes tight and piled your bag again on your back. For you don’t have time to waste. What you long is yet to come, far away the miles you are yet to run. It hurts a lot and pains like hell, you still believe it shall surely be well. There are times when you are alone and find none, but then, salvation is conquered when you