Alone in the forest dust, I was walking with a stick, unable to withstand the freezing cold counting the steps I had taken crossing several miles of hurdles, found some crumbled torn pieces of old foils tied in a golden ribbon.
I found it in a no-man's place where no one can peek in just like that. It looked like it was kept preserved and secret for aeons and it was floating on the cosmos which is accessible by anyone but with an encrypted key to find the path.
But how did I find the path, asked myself mysteriously. Who gave me the key to the path, sounded astonishing to me. It seemed to me like a book, but why someone has kept it like that? Loads of questions wavered in my mind. I was very curious to know it. I didn't know whether to really touch it or not.
It was not shining and neither seemed to be more attracting as well. Then why would I bother to touch it, asked myself. Is it not unmoral to trespass in someone's path? As I am looking at that, I kept walking with loads of thoughts running in my mind.
Something strange, that floating object followed me wherever I went which made me to think more skeptical as to why it is happening. It felt like something was connected to me with that which made me to feel the presence of it.
I didn't mind to bother to look at it for sometime and kept gazing my path to destiny. By the way I didn't know what was my destiny either. I just dragged myself wherever the path leads to. I had become too old to even stand erect, and there was no one to lend a helping hand.
I saw a big tree full of fruits and birds singing peacefully, nobody there to disturb their blissfulness.
(I will continue writing after sometime...)
It was not shining and neither seemed to be more attracting as well. Then why would I bother to touch it, asked myself. Is it not unmoral to trespass in someone's path? As I am looking at that, I kept walking with loads of thoughts running in my mind.
Something strange, that floating object followed me wherever I went which made me to think more skeptical as to why it is happening. It felt like something was connected to me with that which made me to feel the presence of it.
I didn't mind to bother to look at it for sometime and kept gazing my path to destiny. By the way I didn't know what was my destiny either. I just dragged myself wherever the path leads to. I had become too old to even stand erect, and there was no one to lend a helping hand.
I saw a big tree full of fruits and birds singing peacefully, nobody there to disturb their blissfulness.
(I will continue writing after sometime...)
