Monday, 8 August 2011

#143 …when your heart yearns for something you cannot define.


“I am feeling so restless.”
“What for?” I asked.
“That is the point. I myself do not know.”
I gave him a questioning look.
He continued, “Seriously! My heart is yearning for something I am unable to put in words. There’s a story I wanna keep hearing to, there’s a vision I wanna keep dreaming about, there’s a star I wanna keep trying to touch. Sometimes it’s haunting, other times pure. I am longing for an unknown feeling which at times carries me to madness…”
While he was still crying his heart out, I chanced upon a photograph and a diary on his bed, under his pillow. On asking him about it, he blushed. “Just a girl in my college,” he said trying to evade the question.
“Are you two going around?” I asked.
“I doubt if she even knows about my existence in this world.” He said still staring at the pic.
I needed to know no more. Here was what he was yearning for!!

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