One fine
day, I was wandering about a desolate garden, without any purpose. Thoughts
were wreaking havoc in my mind. I noticed a sprig lying on the path.at that
moment I tried to associate myself with that sprig. Perhaps it was as lonely as
I was. There were thoughts still plaguing me. I had always been afraid to be the
“me” I wanted to be, the “me” that lived inside the outside “me”. In my attempt
to embody the ideals I uphold, I had lost the essence of life, becoming as
isolated as the sprig. I let it fall. It was time to be the “me” I was so
afraid to be.
--Saradiya Chatterjee
Department of English
UG 1
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