The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
Sometimes life is just about making peace with what we have around us. we keep asking all these questions in search of all the answers, and we dont take a moment to think about what the hell are we going to do when we find the answers. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Both to what B says and what R says. At times, I think questions help us find answers as well.
ReplyDeleteI am a creation of someone above who has the rights to play with me and subject me to anything. I cannot question "Why Me?" but just live. find ways to live the best among the reality but not complain.
ReplyDeletewise lines :)
ReplyDeleteso very true...