The water flows past, with the under breath murmur. Its a beautiful summer evening. Clad by the shade of the outgrowths near the brook banks, the sole come to rest, making the ambiance peaceful for another synonym, the Soul within, which too has gone through the years of wear and tear. The bicycle rings, and from the corners of the ragged old mossed out branch did the fruits of yesteryears hang. The sound made those dehydrated memories come to life, with the white strands on the temple regaining the colour of youth after being soaked in the vessel of good times.
Bringing up myself was never a problem and with the immense boosters from both my parents and always to mention my granny, it was a good smooth journey with really rough patches. Back then, working for friends, with friends, making them laugh even on the slightest gag was always a part and parcel of my life.
Kicking the Coke can swinging with the We Will Rock your or shouting the heads haywire with the rythms of Divinity, it was never a problem to social up. There was always something to do, some one to find and chat. but with the life at its bumble middle ages, the bubble seems to widen up with loneliness everywhere. they might intersect, but are not integrated! Clouded yet not raining. The most suffocating feeling of all!!
Dubbed! Doomed! Bamboozled! No Clue.....
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