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SCARS OF AGONY

It is one of those cold dry mornings that would readily incite one to hit the snooze button of the alarm clock and rest beneath the cozy comfortable blankets. But it is the same morning that this young man had been yearning, for over a decade now. The sun, along with a million rays of hope, makes its first glance, piercing through the fierce darkness of the prison. Alas! Freedom is on its way.

There he stood-at the pinnacle of his dreams, eager to clasp all that he wanted out of life.  He had just completed his graduation. He set out on a ten-day tour to the magnificent Kashmir Valley. His excitement knew no limits. With every sight of the stupendous Himalayas, his amazement achieved a greater height. He was completely captivated by the tranquil atmosphere that brought a rejuvenated spirit into his mind. However, this picture-perfect paradise soon sank into a sphere of monstrous atrocities. Never had he imagined that a single step on this great Himalayan land would tumble him down, all the way from the top of his mountain of dreams to the filth of extreme miseries. Never had he imagined that this enchantment would trap him into an endless maze of melancholia.

Engulfing every prey that came on their way, the ruthless militants knew no mercy. Their barbaric behaviour and remorseless thrashings impaired his body abysmally. Yet his soul remained untouched by the unrelenting savagery. Without uttering a word, he silently resisted it all. He had complete faith in the power of the Almighty. He believed that his good Karma would certainly pave way for his freedom. The ray of hope thus remained undiminished for ten years, until this morning, that finally emancipated him from this horrendous realm.

After combating these inhuman torments to the deadliest extent, for years, will he really be free from the scars of agony? How will the world look like to those eyes that have learnt only of darkness all along, trying to drain every excruciating memory out? Will this touch of freedom be strong enough to heal the skin that has been numbed by a decade-long saga of ruthless atrocities? Will his heart ever beat free of those terrible torments, that have left it shattered into pieces? Will his tongue ever be able to relish the true taste of freedom? Will his spirit ever be able to wake up free from those haunting nightmares of the past?

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THE DEADLY RACE

“What if today happens to be the last day of my life?”

“What if the world suddenly turns to a cul de sac?”

“How high would my EQ be by the end of this day?”

“What if my dreams were to remain as mere dreams?”

Ever woke up with such What-ifs running in your mind?

It had an existence even before our very own earth had come into being. It is the only ever-changing constant which the world has and will ever witness. Most of us would claim to possess it in abundance….No…I’m not talking about common sense…..This time, It’s TIME….

There once was a joyful happy-go-lucky chap, untouched by the horrendous storms of life. His playful sparkling eyes carried a ship full of innocent dreams. However, in the same ship sailed a very deadly traitor-PROCRASTINATION-a superficial pleasure that puts one under prodigious pressure.

A decade of years passed by at a blink of those eyes and he was now 25. Unaware of the Tsunami that was yet to strike, he still sailed on with his ‘Bestie’ – PROCRASTINATION, which had eventually destroyed the very navigator of his ship.

The sea soon witnessed a train of thunderstorms. The violent wild winds smothered the spark of joy in the eyes which once were filled with millions of ambitions. Before even he could open them, the monstrous Tsunami  had played its part. He was detected with the final stage of Leukemia. His world now came to a standstill. He never realized that he will have to pay such a heavy price for those huge priceless dreams.

However unfortunate his life might seem, he still is more fortunate when compared to us. He now is atleast certain about the biggest uncertainty that drives the whole of the universe. He has a fixed deadline in front of him, unlike most of us, who have set an infinite deadline, oblivious to the twists and turns that the Almighty has already chalked out.

His evanescent life had just brought back life into the impaired navigator of his ship. His lost dreams now found their way back, piloting the ship to the paradise he always wanted to be in. Though unfortunately, the ship was running short of the fuel that could drag the dazzling dreams to the island of RUTHLESS REALITY. As he gazed at the clock, by his bedside, the three relentless needles pierced into his wounds, deeper with every leap. He exactly knew what his life could have been. He now knew of all the matter that could have arched over the gap, leading him to the greener side. As he scanned through his timeline, he could only think of all those wasted-moments and bitter relationships. His ego had always outweighed his inner voice.

His heart now swarmed with regrets. The mental agony soon began to supersede the physical pain Once full of life, the ship now lay inert, consumed by the unrelenting waves.