It was like wat it was supposed to be..Carefree..“care” n “free”..with equal emphasis on both..contradictory, you say? I cant agree more..I was “free”..free to “care”..n that’s all that made the difference..n I dint have to wander to the woods to tread on the path least traversed by..but still, it made the difference..A general shift in preferences..from faces to numbers..a strong dislike towards a face..n an equally, if not more, strong “favoritism” for numbers..but I was free..free to care..n so, it dint matter..carefree..But faces came back..n I was still content..free, after all..n that was all that mattered..Free..it was..the face was “free”..of any conventional attachments..I was “free” to “face” it, in any way..I was free to care..I was free to face..But I chose to bind myself to numbers..had an instant favorite..7.2.. it chose a pair..n so became 7.1..the numbers dint stop there..30 more digits followed..n the numbers were not meant to be free..so, buried them..n free again..moved to the “wonderland”..to be greeted by entities..a gentle graduation from numbers n faces..dog, a man’s best friend..i’d say, “understated”..n no longer the “holy” cow..it was a wonderland, afterall..n things differ..amidst all these,a face surfaced..n I was again free..to face it my way..but, the buried numbers were dug up..and they broke..the bonds broken, but not rejoiced..tears were shed..the heart wept..the face became stronger..bolder..another face emerged..floated..but was more than a face..found a farmer..was comforting..”field” would be “cared” again..i went back to faces..n gave one a definite form..my face..the “farmer” tended n cared..and the “field” prospered..my face glowed..the work done, n farmer gone..fields overturned..n the face, journeyed on..in search..dog followed..farmer cared..the face smiled.. :)
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