Whistle!

Life is full of mystery. You don't know what is coming to you and how is that gonna be.Even i didn’t know where i was walking with my friends through a barren field unless we came to a big isolated villa. Don't know what encouraged us to move inside the villa pulling the broken iron gate.Soon everything was dark around and when i saw something horrible then i woke up with a screaming. Started with a bad dream and it's going to be a bad day too as it started in such a way.

The boy who doesn’t believe in superstitious things is saying it's going to be a bad day after a bad dream. Mom simply says," These are nothing." focus on yourself, get busy. Okay, a bad start but will make that a good end. Motivated myself. Self-motivation is really good, it leads you to work with your heart. When someone else gives me motivation, it makes me feel like,"Ok Ok, i will conquer all this in the blink of an eye. I will work so hard that nothing will be able to stop me." But you know what happens later? If those tasks aren't comforted by my heart then they rest in peace. But when I do self-motivation, I do them because I want to do it with my heart and soul.

It was going to be evening soon when i was having tea in a station side tea stall and heard the whistle of the incoming train which would leave shortly towards the capital. A rush of people started within a short period of time. Life is coming to teach me a lesson or going to show the practical life pointing straight into my eyes. A ten to twelve years old boy with a big box carrying in his head where he kept his selling stuff. I couldn’t see what exactly he was selling but i could see the burden of responsibilities clearly in his shoulders.Moving around at the platform for a while he jumped back at the train and started for the next destination and here showed me a cruel picture of life.

The way life teaches me sometimes really strikes very deep down to my heart. Actually i am not feeling pity for him as those are a common scenario but it drew my attention and taught me hard. In the thought of a bad or good end of the day here I am passing sleepless nights. As my mind has commanded, " No sleep, no bad dreams." Nights are the most wicked part of the twenty-four hour cycle to me. Lots of thoughts, lots of incidents of life and so many things reflect whenever I try to close the eye and see through the third eye. It reminded me of a character which I have hated the most in my life.

Even a piece of bread which costs less than ten cents can give you loyalty and gratitude. Yet,there are a lot of people who will never be grateful to others no matter how much someone is doing for him.Let alone showing gratitude they even show you backside when the weather is not comfortable to them with you. Variety with colors, looks fancy but hard to know the true colors.

That's it for now. Need to remember some prayers before shutting down the eyes so that i don't wake up screaming the next morning. The morning was bad and the ending too? Maybe no,I just lost sleep and searching for it. Don't worry whistle has blown and will get on the train as soon as i can. After-all i love sleeping.