Epilogue:
We each have our private reasons for taking a trip, but there are
common themes that link travelers. Often we journey in search of
something–ourselves, love, adventure, understanding, the place we belong.
Sometimes we go simply because we can’t stand to stay where we are or because
of an almost desperate urge for movement. And in some cases, there is no
reason. We travel simply because we are travelers and sometimes simply because
we can’t get a hold of ourselves.
Sometimes, We meet destiny on the path we took to avoid it.
Sometimes, Things worth Dying for are worth Living for.
As they say ”Everything that goes around comes back Again”. It’s
true, the most of it.
But my story, Is a different one though. It’s like I have been a waif all my life. One
from the neglected Lot. It was like I had always been invisible anywhere I
went. Nobody ever Noticed me. It didn’t even matter whether I existed or not. I
led a very lonely life from the very beginning. I still remember, As a kid I
was called “The Idiotic Genius”. Some people took me being an Shy Introvert,
Others As an Egoistic Person And some as a Lunatic.
As a kid, I grew up being Different, Always trying to prove
myself. There was something that I had been missing all my life.
This story is not about me, about you or
anybody else you may know. Yet, it is the story of a common man which may rattle
“I stand looking outside through the window
pane. All that I can see are common reflections. The tree swinging in rhythm
with the cool breeze.The sun in its full might with the scorching rays burning
the heart of the Earth.
I tried looking out of the glass pane once
again. This time I noticed something different, something extraordinary.
The reflection of a man. Very common for
you ,but very uncommon for me.”
These were the very thoughts that Ricky
penned down that day. There was a storm going on his mind. Something that had
been disturbing him, That had been keeping him awake for nights. Was it Just a
routine thought or a sense of enlightenment, he wasn’t sure of this but yes, he
had never experienced this kind of calm and restlessness all his life. This was
something new for him, something bizarre at same moment that taught him so much
at the same very moment. It clashed with his very ideology, his very existence.
It was like his was caught between two worlds.
Another thought crossed his mind. “It is
easy to decide between good and bad but it’s difficult when you have to choose
between lesser of the two evils. To choose between something that can destroy
you completely or something that can take you to the path of redemption.”
There were some things in which he hadn’t believed
in all his life but now he was somewhat believe in them. Something’s that he
hadn’t given a thought to in his life bout now these very thoughts made him
think about them. It opened a new world for him. It wasn’t easy being who he was, who he had become but
it is more difficult to become a human once again. To experience life, To live
the very moment. Experiencing love and relationships once again. Trying to be
sociable and adjusting in the very society he had left behind a long time back.
An image burns into the Instamatic
film surface -- a family
snapshot, taken against a
Light Colored Wall in the early ‘90s:
A set of young PARENTS
proudly display their Two infant boys
In the back row, between
the young
dad stands their Elder Son
Ricky(10, mischievous smile).
His image
fades out, like a tooth abandoning a perfect smile.( To be Continued.....)
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