It all started with the difference between expectation and reality as high as sky before he got into the most formal attire to step into college for the first time. The sky-high difference had only become increasing, if not expanding in all directions like few physicists prophesize about the universe.
There's a thin line between expectation and greed. Unfortunately, the great Indian middle class somehow could never grasp the thin line & has always wobbled with it.
He comes from the same lineage which doesn't respect the virtual thickness of that line. Today, when everthing that could've happened in the absence of that one life-changing decision has happened nevertheless despite the decision, retrospect is promoting reason.
He's arrived at where they wanted him to be. He has arrived where they have always thought he's ought to be at. Only at a grander expense. Costliness seldom is human-driven. There are factors that manipulate the cost someone's willing to concede to achieve something. All such's a part of bigger picture. Too big to be comprehensible for the micro organisms called humans.
However, something deadly had happened underlyingly through all these years. Yes. He too had cultured an indifference to that thin line.
He now sits at a desk that offers a breathtaking view into the green abyss. He does work that wins him bed and breakfast. Of course, he indulges in occasional gala. Except a twist of fate, everything's smoothly positioned and running.
And it took a series of sleepless nights with his chest filled with a persisting uneasiness for him to arrive at that perspective. It'd be prideful if we say he's earned but he's earned nevertheless. Never a single moment was spent all these days to rejoice the distance of the path he's come. He's always had his gaze fixed on an illusory destination. The adjective before destination had taken a tad long time to occur to him in its literal sense.
Obviously, there is ambition. Rejoice has only just been found. He thanked the chaiwala with a warm smile, as warm as the chai indeed & the monsoon morning's sunlight. He faded as the man whose greed once knew no bounds.
There's a thin line between expectation and greed. Unfortunately, the great Indian middle class somehow could never grasp the thin line & has always wobbled with it.
He comes from the same lineage which doesn't respect the virtual thickness of that line. Today, when everthing that could've happened in the absence of that one life-changing decision has happened nevertheless despite the decision, retrospect is promoting reason.
He's arrived at where they wanted him to be. He has arrived where they have always thought he's ought to be at. Only at a grander expense. Costliness seldom is human-driven. There are factors that manipulate the cost someone's willing to concede to achieve something. All such's a part of bigger picture. Too big to be comprehensible for the micro organisms called humans.
However, something deadly had happened underlyingly through all these years. Yes. He too had cultured an indifference to that thin line.
He now sits at a desk that offers a breathtaking view into the green abyss. He does work that wins him bed and breakfast. Of course, he indulges in occasional gala. Except a twist of fate, everything's smoothly positioned and running.
And it took a series of sleepless nights with his chest filled with a persisting uneasiness for him to arrive at that perspective. It'd be prideful if we say he's earned but he's earned nevertheless. Never a single moment was spent all these days to rejoice the distance of the path he's come. He's always had his gaze fixed on an illusory destination. The adjective before destination had taken a tad long time to occur to him in its literal sense.
Obviously, there is ambition. Rejoice has only just been found. He thanked the chaiwala with a warm smile, as warm as the chai indeed & the monsoon morning's sunlight. He faded as the man whose greed once knew no bounds.
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