I got to stop on my way and listen to these unheard legends. They are waiting to become a part of my verses and ballads, my literary world. I can hear them calling out to me as if hailing-
“Hundred more years, you should live!”
And I know as long as I still can reach out and touch them; that I'll never die..
I'll LIVE forever....
I met this person on my way, so much like me and yet so different. I discovered his dreams and fears, listened to his side of the story and I could write an epic on him. And a dream buried in some shady corner of my heart comes alive. My home. My small and happy world! Walls of my colours, curtains of the type i love, doors and windows of the kind I want... where I would find peace, solace, tranquil, where there would be love, delight and radiance, where I could slow down and rest in those two comforting arms , where I can embrace, touch, communicate, where I feel blessed...
I thought I would never find a way, that I would probably never be able to answer what to choose- MY JOURNEY or MY DESTINATION?
And then I had a dream one night and I met God in my journey. He smiled at me and gave me something in my hand. It was a cross. And then God was gone. I looked around and I was alone. And then I felt an embrace round my waist . It was Him. So much like me and yet so different. I knew his dreams and fears, listened to his side of the story and I could write an epic on him....
And I know my answer.
This journey needs us.
'AND HUNDRED MORE YEARS WE SHALL LIVE......'