Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“He kept staring at words, and words at him. They sat in front of each other, without any movement, they kept still as if a slight movement will cause the bombs explode held between them by the tip of the nib kept upon that white blank sheet and leave a trail of bloodied stain that would scream of its innocence out of black and blue dots. They feared devastation. They sat motionless, staring into each other, as if lovers, who out of too much love feels reluctant to touch fearing being melt by a single touch Or as if enemies, who at sudden confrontation goes numb on whether to shoot or to hide. They kept still, very careful, not to let go a single glance, eyes into each other as looking into own in front of mirror minutely noticing small fiber like nerves inside, as if they might be carrying some secret clue to bring one down. They kept staring and for long time, till there were tears wetting their eyelashes. Then there were thousands of them staring at each other through image in every drop and the number grew and continuously, till they could not see each other but only images, floating in dark space, whole night.”

~ Praveen Parasar