कहानी ख़त्म है या शुरुआत होने को है ?
सुबह नहीं है या फिर रात होने को है ?
As Joi Barua sings the above lines in Udaan, I sit alone in my room, waiting for the demon called solitude to creep in further. In the language of statistics, the normal curve of solitude and darkness has not yet reached its peak.
Across the length of the country, my fellow comrades fight their own battles, some one, some many. I am not a part of the troop, because I couldn't make it or I did not want to or rather I just gave up without fighting. Yes, I can complain that some were wicked or some got plain lucky.
But then they all fought, did they not ? When was the last time Lady Luck chose you for romance ? Ain't you well aware of the fact that it just cannot happen between the two of you ?
As the sun sets in, I know I have not made it large, rather I might have dropped the hammer on my own head. The fall could not have been steeper. From living the life, to watching it all fall apart. Is there a transformation waiting to happen ? If yes, let there be a bend and not a break.
The veterans said the golden crystal is a place where nobody is ever alone. Oh... did I not prove them wrong ?
Will there be light falling in, or will the forest get denser ? Will the prowler fight and emerge out victorious or will he be destined to disappear along the muddy paths and dark cocoons ?
The game has just begun.... the prowler hopes !
