A month ago, as usual I was on a walk after dinner. Strolling through the crowded roads when I moved along the sleeping footpaths of the city, a sleeping dog in the middle of the path just broke my solace.
He was pale, skinny and starved but was sleeping so peacefully even in the middle of the hassles, unaware of its surroundings, unafraid of any drunk stepping over him.
I am now a graduate with a job at least if not a good one. Free of much financial worries that I had in my past. No emotional or physical problem. But still I feel a lag. No enthusiasm. No grace. I lack passion. So, what is it? I don’t know! I just don’t know what is next ? What should I do now? I am left with no purpose in my life. Without purpose, it just sounds so meaningless.
That dog reminded me of my childhood days.
In search of a purpose I went to where it all started, when my life began.
I found my self running down the stairs towards my building’s compound. I was so joyful, so ebullient.
I saw my father’s car entering the gate. Seeing me my father horned twice to call me in for a small ride till he parked it inside the compound - a ride so fun at that time. Getting down from the car he handed his briefcase and I lifted it in ecstasy till home. It was a herculean task to reach before my father. Who then pat on my back and kept a 2 Rupee coin in my hand. I saw myself exulting in joy and could hear the triumphant of life. With that coin I could not buy a big home or a car or a toy but the joy of having toffee that would brig lasting pleasure unlike the formers.
Now I could see the birth of that child within me. Once again those forgotten treasure and unfulfilled dreams came to life. The liver was pulled and the joy ride began.
I came back to the senses and saw the dog staring straight into my eyes as if he saw what I saw or I saw what he saw.
In those eyes I saw my dreams. Some scary ones and some which I had almost forgotten. Some big some small which together mounts to be uncountable. I felt my life to be short to have each one accomplished.
Lost was I when I left the school’s dome ,
but found so much bliss in finding a new path
to what I call home.
Money was never on my list. Thanks to the dog that made me remember. My life was more outwards, on the fields , in small things that we shared and the love we had for them who cared, and I fool I was to search in money and fame only. Now I realize how simple and enthusiastic life is but how complicated and empty I have made it.
In search of the way to attain success I got lost in the way and forgot the actual dreams.
I would sing, I would jump, I would explore and I would do what ever I dreamt about but I would not compromise ever on it just because few say, ‘You are no longer a child’. Well, damn you! I am!
