Dreams were banging hard in the mind. They were not the small one like to build a house and earn a livelihood they were huge dreams which were not ending. The dreams were not allowing him to sleep not allowing him to eat. They were just making him curious to achieve them. When he shared his dreams to people in the society, they just laughed because his dreams were not there cup of tea. To achieve those heights one needs firm determination and a never giving attitude. But the reaction of society towards his dreams doesn’t made him demotivated , rather it burnt a fire inside him to prove himself. He was day and night just planning the route to his destination. He was fully loaded with the dreams and courage to achieve them.
To start a trip we need medicine kit for emergency similarly he was having plans for failure too but when we need medicine kit we need a support too in the hard times, unfortunately he was not having the one to support.
When he discussed his dreams to his family no one took him seriously because their mentality cannot match his level of thinking. They were just happy in earning and eating two meals a day. But he was hungry of his dreams which were much more than of his family. Everyone there believed that a middle-class person cannot dream big. But the boy believed that getting born in a middle-class family is not a problem but ending the life in same middle-class only without any value addition is a stain on his capability and self-respect. No one supported him neither emotionally nor financially, family also rejected to invest in his dreams.
In a dark night when he was dreaming with his open eyes he decided to find his path himself. When everyone was sleeping and having their nightmares or dreams. He packed his bag and started his journey to turn his dreams into reality and achieve big . He travelled from city to city in search of work and earn to invest in his dreams but was only getting disappointment at the end of the day. He came from the society where two meals a day was a dream come true, but to fulfill his dreams right now he was sleeping hungry and with a empty pocket.
Every next morning he made hunger his friend and failure his motivation. He traveled a lot suffered a lot but never gave up.
And finally the day came when he slept peacefully. He covered his journey from servant to superior and proved himself and his determination. There was a day when he was fighting with hunger and unemployment ,today he was giving employment and providing food for free.
He returned back to his mainstream where his dreams were just a joke , but now they turned into a motivational story for the new ones.
On that day his family and society realized that only two meals a day cannot satisfy a dreaming mind.
On a harsh golden day under the sun, the boy started to run bare footed in the fields of black soil which was just burning and was extracting a tremendous heat out . Summer was just testing the human tolerance. But the boy was giving a tough fight. No one knows why was he pacing himself in the fields, but whoever saw was just shocked. He was either overcoming his anger or wanted to prove his worth in the world , whatsoever he was or wanted to prove was killing him inside. He didn’t felt the heat but the soil was heated up with his emotions coming out there. He was not worried about himself because the situations made him worst to act. He was just crossing the patches of fields with non stop thinking and recalling. No one understood whether he was sweating or crying but his anger and emotions were falling on the soil in form of drops. The drops were full of hardwork ,trust, feelings, failure and betray.
He did not recognized that he had crossed the limits of village as well as tolerance. He became more comfortable and was on constant pace without any fatigue on his face , but his thoughts were on never ending process. He kept on watering the soil with the drops from all over his body.
But till now no one stopped him , he was running, running and just running. The people’s out there just watched his pain but didn’t felt it and dispersed. He started his fight alone and was on the verge to end alone.
His pace was slowly decreasing , his breath was just chocking and finally he stopped. He stopped but never started again he left himself fighting. Dead but his forever fighting soul was still heating up the black soil.
Even though his presence didn’t justified himself but his death proved his worth. But still no one knows whether it was sweat or tears ….
न जीने की ख्वाहिश , न मरने का इरादा… ऐसे ही बीत जाता ये जीवन सारा… अपनो को खोकर , गैरो को सँवारना… इसे ही कहते है इंसानियत को मारना… खून पसीना बहाकर ज़िंदगी गुज़ारना… उसे कहना बस हिम्मत मत हारना… आँखें खोलकर हसीन सपने सजाना… इंसान हो फरिश्ता नहीं,वापस लौटकर आजाना !! :-प्रथमेष 🖋