Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“It had been long, ever since he made his palace out of pebbles chosen by the beach-side at the island of solitude. He came out to ensure the walls are ever so strong to carry on with confinement of emotions that ran high and low every now and then, but it must remain inside those walls, was thought when he built it high and wide. For once the noise leaks out you are no more on your own; you are joined by several others, for there are so many looking out, in a never ending search, probably forever.

He found pebbles falling, drowning in their own abyss, their colors losing its sheen, oh how colorful were they, when he chose them carefully walking by beach that fine evening along with young solitary shadow. It was such a joy, youthfulness, that summer carries till late august, before it starts raining and pours itself all over, ruining what had been smiling out till now in all its vigor. What follow are dark gloomy days, beneath clouds, black and grey, mocking over one for being loud and gay. 

He walked some more, looked over walls of his palace, one he built one day while picking pebbles of solitude by the sea-side of life. It was in bad condition; it asked for repair, it complained to him of being an unfair lover, condemned him for being liar. After-all one must take care of what he created out of love. He somehow understood, and walked by keeping his neck down, eyes on ground just in the line of tows, neglecting all the voices those walls, that palace screamed of, for he knew it was going to happen so, he had known it all the while, for a palace of solitude was supposed to be tomb of dead wanderer. What else, he wondered…”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 25/11/2014