Sunday, 30 March 2014

The Pristine Stream

Dragging his bag along he climbed the stairs of his flat 

The door opened welcoming him into his home in a city which gifted him with everything he had wished for but taken away his most precious belonging , his innocence.

The deafening music from the  neighborhood made him miss those good old days of village life where he spent his childhood sitting beside the sparkling stream that flowed within the forest nearby laden with uncountable trees.

A dip in it’s pristine water relieved him off the vagaries of everyday life .

“ I will go back someday “he mumbled to himself before succumbing into deep sleep .



  1. That longing for innocence, for home...nicely captured. And beautiful picture too.

  2. The hustle bustle of the city made him miss his blissful childhood days ....
    Thank you for your lovely comment ...

  3. Try as hard as we might, we city chaps can never spend our lives in villages. It might seem like heaven in the first week or so, but thereafter the silence gets deafening. That sorta life is too slow for our liking.

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    Do drop by mine.


    1. Thank you for liking my blog and blog rolling me :)
      And ya...I do partly agree to that....

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  4. We all wish that we can turn bak time and regain a child's innocence

  5. Well written about longing ....nice!

  6. This is beautiful ... such beautiful expression of feelings :-)

    1. Thank you so much for your lovely comment :)
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