THE TRUTH OF LIFE

The sun was shooting flames that day, with clouds at one corner of the sky. The city people had morbid faces, the officials trying to get rid of their office work, the couples searching for shade and the housewives too lazy to do their housework. Out of nowhere, a soothing music catches their ears. a "Baul" was singing in the street, unaware of the agitation in people's mind. He was walking barefooted, challenging the scorching heat. He was so indulged in his music that nothing seemed to affect him. More than his skills in music, people were jealous of his carefree nature, which seemed to cross all barriers of physical world. Music was not only his passion but also his only source of income. But the city people were too unmindful to realize it. He kept on walking with his "Ektara", least bothered about whether the people intend to provide him a penny.

                                                   
                                                             It was almost evening now. The sun gave up its grudge on earth, but was still red in anger. It submerged itself into the river, trying to cool down. Far from the city, there was a hut supported by bamboos and mud under the shade of jack fruit tree. The Baul can be seen entering the hut, for it was his sole property, except his Ektara. He took a bath in the river and thanked God for the wonderful life they bestowed upon him. The gods must have felt ashamed of his irony. He wore the same tattered cloth after the bath, for it was the only dress he had. The stale rice was there in his hut, floating in water. He ate it and slept in comfort on the hard ground.

                                                                        A drop of water in his face woke him up. It was night and rain was pouring from heavens. He woke up, brought his iron bucket and put it under his leaked roof, thanking god that they had reduced his labour of going down to well to fetch water. Enjoying the pleasant weather, he went to sleep again.

                                               The city people were still complaining, about the rain not letting them sleep in comfort.........

SHATTERED EMOTIONS

I sat at a corner, watching the red sky. The sun was in a dilemma, whether to bid farewell or not, and was half drowned in the nearby river. the birds were returning home with food in their beaks for dinner. That long tree on the west was waving its leaves, a gesture to convey "adieu". There was a mild, decent, chill wind passing by. Everything was perfect about the environment, but me. I choked, and my heart cried like a baby, but my stubborn eyes never supported my feelings. No more did I want to be a man, I wanted to be a boy who can laugh and cry and get angry and still excuse him  to be insensitive. But I couldn't. The sense of responsibility restricted me from being myself what i wanted to be. I kept on staring at the limitless sky, with my mind running the longest race of its life. As it started becoming dark, I realized that its the hope that keeps you alive. Its the dawn because of which the sun resists a dusk. But are all hopes relevant? Do they all have a chance to come true. No, they don't. And as this feeling ran through my mind, I felt helpless, alone. But a darker realization stuck me then. There was no one to console me at times when I get too weak to be alone, no one to hold me and say "It's gonna be OK". A single moment explained me the most bitter truth of my life, and I sat there in dark with my shattered emotions, waiting for nothing but still waiting forever.