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 ….
By :- PRATHMESH 🖋