Ever been walking along on a lonely highway, amidst grand tall tress - their lush green cover stretching to as far as eyes could see; a clear blue sky which brings a freshness in your mind - opens it up and prepares to soar to the yonder; unknown calls of unknown birds - with little or no clue what they're for but nonetheless that make you strain to hear them - those calls or 'chirps' that fill your heart with respect and a certain gladness which is, quiet surprisingly unparalled? And since this is the scene which streches to as far as your eyes can see - you pick a point upon a small hillock where you'd plan to have lunch in the soft sunlight of the mid-day sun and follow it up with a classic Navy Cut. Steadily through the morning you climb on and at the last step the rock you stepped on gave way and you roll down in few minutes, the distance you took all morning to cover.
You'd probably be better off if you were dead otherwise when you come to your senses you'd wish you were. But the fact of the matter is that you are not dead and no matter how much you would want that glamourous edifice you know that somewhere someone is waiting for you. Its when the faces of those who always stood by you flash before you and all you can say is 'F***, man'. You may not have noticed but the very heaven that you were in is now hell and should you survive it - won't be something that'll leave a pleasant taste afterward. That curse that you'd just cursed - frankly - you don't have a clue who it was aimed at - perhaps yourself.
By now I am sure my readers have understood what I am trying to get at. If you haven't - don't worry - you'll get your chance someday and then maybe you'll be authoring a similar post yourself.
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