Revelation

I was drowned, frustrated and lost. Drowned in the thoughts of work, frustrated with my under-achievements, lost in the mad haste to accomplish and achieve.

I sat motionless in the outer compound, observing the tears of nature that was shrouded in mysticism and enigma. Right till I was 13, rain was the result of the wrath of nature toward the school going children who didn’t do homework, who disobey parents, who bore malicious thoughts. I would buried myself under the blanket, silently vowed that if any of the silver linings did not hit me, if I happen to weather the storm, I would be a better person.