I walked the lane without shoes that day. They was making it shine with boiling coal tar, still I walked without shoes, because the heat I wanted to feel was there. The philosopher in me felt solace though feet burnt.
Idea was to distract from what was going on inside. Inside somewhere undefinable, unthinkable, unapproachable. Many, including my self tried to reach there and make it alright, but not to any success. They say you grow better or bitter after any crisis. I guess it both for me, bitter & better.
That day after walking, I stopped feeling anything down there, like a dead and it was good for me I guess in this cynical world where every next person who says s/he care for you actually hold potential to hurt you most & practice is more often then not, because of the fact they are human.
A simple idea of live & let live human being could not understand so far in history of more then 4000 years ( 10000 as per few ideologies). Living up to someone expectations has been only driving factor this creature on one form or other and that is what prepare foundation for one's most of pains.
I keep walking now to see if someone is there not wanting live upto these expectations and not living it that way too.
Living as one want to. Something Rarest of the Rare. (Added along with P. P. S.)
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