An Incessant Pursuit

She needed a Shut. A complete barricade from this hypothetical world of good and bad; to an empty field of nowhereness. She realised she had gradually begun shedding her covers of innocence and truthfulness. A mirthful girl changing into an enigmatic elf. Human voice no longer interested her. Deep inside, the turmoil was growing extravagant that she knew she needed to hide. The speedy waves could otherwise wash away everything. She had been harmless all her life, but was now growing into eternal, intriguing mysteries. Dark places gave her solace while populated places haunted her. Her heart became a secret garden with high walls. Sunsets fascinated her more than sunrises. Was she hallucinating? Her wide eyes gazed a faceless object she craved for. But what did she crave for? Did she yearn for a vacuumed space? Oodles of questions clouded her mind for which she did not seek answers for. This day was different. She did not have the fortitude to face the truth. The feeling when you don’

And you suddenly feel disconnected with this world. This vacuumed space suffocates you. People striving unnecessarily to achieve something that is no less than a mirage sets you in a disarray. And the fact that even you become a part of this blind race ruffles you. People who wish to stay connected with the world while losing touch with their own selves. Who find faults in everything, but are reluctant on finding faults within themselves. A world that gets arrested to the beauty that will fade someday, but bothers least about the purity of the soul. Where emotional scars rake the heart but solutions are meted out with barely a whisper. And we call ourselves humans? Where life has become a constant grind from sun up till sun down. Where we fail to steal time to stand and stare this bountiful nature. Where opinions are the cheapest commodity. Indeed, we are humans. Where people are enamored at the idea of becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies. People who barricade the