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 .
That longing for innocence, for home...nicely captured. And beautiful picture too.
ReplyDeleteThe hustle bustle of the city made him miss his blissful childhood days ....
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comment ...
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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ReplyDeleteWe all wish that we can turn bak time and regain a child's innocence
ReplyDeleteYa...may be...
ReplyDeleteWell written about longing ....nice!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful ... such beautiful expression of feelings :-)
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