The far flung Rays of the setting sun
were depicting the singularity of the phenomenon. “Perhaps the only Event loath
to ever changing dynamism of the world”, I thought. This Evening was not at all different from the
previous ones. What had changed was the Ambience around me, Sentiments that
were of my own as of late, Impulses which had driven me up to here and indeed
The Inner me. I was alike everyone drifting by the flux of life.
On the course, I was being captive by
the moments pertinent to time so much that stories kept taking form somewhere
back in my nous. The stories that stroke the chords of present and portrayed it
in its own notion. What if I was merely an observer? The course should have been
the different one then.
Life is a dream, a Star Gazing indeed. And I was mistaken perceiving its realness.
Like a protagonist in the Tale, I thoroughly embraced its Fictiveness as
Realism and acted what was scripted by others. Time moved, I conceived. Nay,
time was still, it was me who proceeded here. Like an explorer who left his
shack to find the treasures of the world and in the voyage he nullified the
real treasures of life for which he had to forgo the virtual treasures he had
acquired till then. I was being persuaded. Persuaded by the lullabies of world
which induced me for the nap, not for long though!
And now that I am awake I can sense the
every mo I respire, is steadily blending with the Past, opening doors for the
Time to come. I can feel the changing me. Now I’ll be sitting behind and
quietly observe forthwith the good and the bad fortunes life will discover and
maneuver the protagonist, theMe, in the Self Scripted Tale.
The sun has not yet set wholly and I
have started looking as far as I can, beyond the horizon. Continually
attenuating rays are still pretending the dynamism of Time.
But I’ll see the Truth, The Dynamic
Me!!!!
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