My friend was sad. He was sitting on his bed lifeless as a reptile waiting for its feed to come near. Eyes were wide open but he never moved and caught his feed. Feed he wanted is life.
His beautiful flat with a single balcony common to all rooms. But today his paradise was covered with dead cold wave from the balcony. His royal hunting ground was without life and he was lifeless.

His eyes were wide open searching life. He crawled towards the most amazing part of his flat to find life. But the balcony that thrilled him was today without life. He closed the doors and windows in anger and went to bed. He laid down with eyes wide open, waited for life and then the slumber came and forced him to close his eyes.

The silence was broken by a rhythm. He opened his eyes in a flash and searched for the source but there was darkness of silence again. He closed eyes and heard the rhythm, he relaxed and the rhythm turned stronger. Now he wanted to sing and play his guitar. He opened his eyes and searched for guitar, which he found buried under the clothes. He picked his baby and kissed it. The rhythm was coming from his guitar; this is rhythm of his life. Life was always there but was buried under his thoughts. He jumped towards the balcony and opened the doors and felt the cold air which was never so fresh. He sang and played the songs of his lively life, and found his life again…………..



Amritsar, India

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