There is a bewilderment of continues struggle that travels though mind and reaches heart. Nothing can stop the flow, if once this bewilderment embarks journey; it continues to profound. Something similar moved in the wits of Kavya. A girl of life, smile and exuberance, now stood in the midst of undulation to accomplish life, she always wanted to live. We say dreams are obscured in those closed eyes, but no one says, that they are the tiny fragments, build of your internal yearning and the path you would like to take ahead in every bit and pieces, irrespective of the fact that, we have known since childhood, dream is after all a dream. “It will never connect to your present life.”
We say, there is a phase in the life that we have lived, a phase of flash, a phase of denial, a phase to rebel and a phase to power over, every step we decide. Kavya, was a mere lover of all these instance and she knew, the day she gives up what she has been holding so long, will challenge her existence. Existence in itself is a large estate of a survival, and this survival can change the world you want to live in. Her dreams, desire were all common, simple yet sophisticated. There was always a twist in the way she lived. Detached of what difficulties meant her, she made her way out in every possibility, that life has to offer and the biggest facet of her existence was her independent soul, which never believed to depart from her.
It’s not only difficult but also impossible for many to fit into the clumsiness of the situation and question the base, which certainly is quite a challenge. “I mark no regret to live my life, in the shadow of honesty, in the darkness of loneliness and in the little shine of truth and I believe that brings survival in my walks of life.” She is not scared of this cruel build on world, but sacred within to let go, what she holds so preciously in her arms. The dream of letting it go in every odd is scary and often she turns before reaching the point of disagreement with her, because she knows, her way within is stronger that what her mind has to calculate and the calculation cannot win her inner soul.
She was broken the day, he didn’t turn up to see her. Lots of love and wait seems to go in vain. It’s just that one look which detained her million worlds in a small gag, but how often one succeeds in revealing epitome of life. With the dawn the wait almost took a back seat and the deepness of breath could be heard in the silence of the night. As the moon, merged her beauty in the awkwardness of the silence, her eyes stood at the brink, which reflected her beauty in sadness and nothing moving by can stop her to reminisce that she can.