“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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