Destop Story...

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This post was conceived after two of my mates in this blog-o-sphere, Phoenix and Chriz had tagged me. The tag asked me to post my desktop and to write a story on it. So here goes; this is how my desktop looks like and below the picture is a story inspired from that.(You can click on the image to get a better view of the snap)

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-->He stood there. Life seems to have taken sudden brake. No idea where to head. Life seemed to be stuck up somewhere. It was a cul-de-sac. Whatever he had thought off seemed to back fire on him.

It was in his native place. He still remembered that day fresh. The weather can’t be demanded to be better. The river was flowing aimlessly. The cuckoo birds were chirping sitting on the branches of the big mango tree that was standing tall along the banks of the river. Fresh smell of earth was still lingering over there after the previous day’s rains. Tiny drops on every leaf, ready to drip down, waited a gentle breeze to dab them.

He was frustrated. He was in a state of despair not knowing where the life was leading him to. Everyone he knew was doing well in their life. He felt it was only him who was hit by tragedies and set backs; professionally and personally. Lots of options dangled in front of him. But he was not able to decide what he wanted. He sat on the concrete steps of the river bank. That was the place he always opted for when he wanted to find peace. The serenity of the river always had helped him find his solace. He sat there resting his head on his folded legs and his hands covered his face.

"The river flows without any aim. You need not give them any directions. They will find on their own. They won’t get intimidated with any obstacles coming in their way. Be it an island, rocks or whatever; ultimately they will reach their destination. That is just because their vision is clear; to merge with the mighty ocean. When vision is clear no matter what, even if you need to fiddle with lots of complications and difficulties, you reach your destination."

He looked behind. He eyes preyed for the source of voice. He looked towards the river. There was a figure clad in white long robes. He was not able to identify whether it was a man or woman. He closed and opened his eyes. The figure was still over there. The voice came out from that figure. He tried to identify, but all his efforts in vein.

“Vision, son, have a vision for life. No matter what, you will find your destination”

After the statement the figure passed a smile and evaporated into the space.

He pinched himself, only to realize he was still alive. He got up from there. His mind was like a calm ocean after a high tide.

Before leaving he just stared back at the river. It was still flowing, towards its destination; with a vision.

PS: I am not tagging anyone in particular, but those who are already on my blogroll can accept it and go with their own 'Desktop Story'. It will be a pleasure to read all of them....!! :)