Saturday, 24 August 2013

Sprig

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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