A dark and very cold night, an empty street, a broken street because it is a village near to Pune (wakad), a lonely passer-by & the noise of her belly's hitting the footpath (Kanika) – a person who is frustrated by the game of the world. What has happened to her? Why she is so quiet? Why she doesn’t talk to anybody? Why all the people around her saying when looking into her eyes that she got something to say. Why nobody understand her?
We, humans, are always on a path – the path of life. But the color of the path varies from person to person. Some people got colorful path with beautiful flowers, some people got grasses along side, some people got mountains and hills to climb and some people got blood and shades and war on their path. But nobody can cross this path alone.
When we are going through this path, we meet new people that promises us to be with us while travelling on it. They often promise that they will accompany us in every kind of situation and in every kind of path. But, how many of them keep their promises? Why most of the people leave us in the halfway until the path is smooth and clean and then when it gets dirty and painful, why they tend to move away? They they give up? What kind of practices is this? If they want to do it then why do the make those fake promises in the beginning? Why promises are so lame now a days? I have got a lot of questions as usual but this time I will answer my questions myself. yes, I am waiting for those answers and time is going to give me the answers.....
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