Fantasy
This word has a great meaning for patrick . He understood the meaning of this word recently. Patrick had a huge crush on alexandra . Patrick and alexandra both in teens were together in junior high school.
For patrick school only meant quadratic equations , laws of motion , atomic weights ,etc . He never had a problem why accelaration is directly propotional to force applied. He could solve a linear equation with ease. Alexandra on the other hand like to argue in school debates and was favorites among peers.
Patrick never knew when he started liking alexandra. It was perinnial attraction. He was always eager to have a glimpse of her, be it in school lobby or in the staff room. Be it along the hand ball court or inside her classroom. He was always in a quest to quench his thirst. Sometimes there would be a heavy rain , but sometimes it would be draught.
This was the first step into his world of fantasy.Patrick never had any plans for her, for he assumed it is his destiny to be finally be with her at later point in his life. He was so optimistic .
Move on with Life
It said that we fall in love, patrick also fell in love, the only difference is that there was no one to catch him at the bottom & he fell hard and yes it was fatal.
Alexendra's words echoed in his ears "Move on with life". Patrick didnt moved a inch, finally it was life who decided it was time to move on.The date with life came to an deadend.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Fable of a loner
I just sat to write down some of my thoughts . It had been a terrible week for me. I came to know some of my traits as a human. I can now rightly classify myself as a loner. Frankly speaking I was a loner all the time. Confining myself to the world of a single soul . Having innumerable conversation with Almighty God. Well it was always a monologue between us . He is a patient listener . Available all the time .Listened to all my thoughts, queries, anxiety & frustration. But He nevered offered any explanation nor he commented on my thoughs. It really helped to me recover from a situation wherein I was like a ship caught in a middle of storm , a ship which had already accepted its fate , the fate that it has been doomed , destined to touch the bottom the ocean. As it said that when to listen to somebody’s pangs, it helps him to recover from his grief. Similar things happen to me when I have a monologue with God. I just have Him in my moments of grief which I cant share with the outer world. Hadnt he bestowed those invisible healing charms , I would have been in terrible shape
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