The number 10 isn't really that big as it seems to be. Hardly one knows who you are when your age reaches that number.
And if that magic number does a magic with you, say it comes and tells you.. that hey.. let us do this.. you chose someone... I will make him disappear and appear...
I was at the playground when that happened.. I said can you really do that ? Oh. yes was the answer...
I think I got a little scared... did a toss .. if it is head let us chose dad, else mom and it was dad.. I said let us do the magic with my dad... and after 10 I couldn't see him.
really couldn't call that a magic... it was just the fate on that date... after all the fate is the magic that someone never understands or for that matter no one...
and at that magic number the only thing i know was from tomorrow dad will not be at home.. so i can play a lot.. do a lot mischief..
and i actually started doing.. not just in home but everywhere.. then i realised the magic hasn't taken just my dad...but the magic around us as well...
i saw lot of shows of magic where the magician waves hands and things come back.. waved hands for ages.. dad never came back neither the magic...
got lost in discipline.. there was no one to scold, no one to take you for a walk to tell how life is.. and to guide how you need to be..
mom was busy doing dad's part time role.. getting the family along...she was doing it decently well... for her I was no longer the son, a responsibility she had to groom.. at times I was a burden.. at least with my vivid habits of interest in studies and mischief. She didn't care about the former and never asked me why I was doing the latter...
The magic was still playing with me.. I realised this is how life is going to be... couldn't make friends.. really couldn't understand what one wants from another... one thing for sure the magic has taken away is the love in life.. perhaps that is the reason why there is a relation called mom and dad was made by god..
got along the magic.. learnt some tricks and was reasonably successful... but yea this orphanism never left my thoughts... it was always a conscious back thought.. and it was having an impact always...
When the magic was kind of giving a nice way for me finally.. found a hope.. hope was brighter than what i have seen before.. a rest that could lie on and cry... a taste i can relish.. having skipped the meal in the last and lost life...
got along with that hope.. man the magic seemed to work well.. i was having a roll.. i was getting into those kinds of stuff which I never did before... I was in love... the hope assured me life again... got along...
the only challenge was hope was on a hill with a bushy way... never bothered pain always used to run along the bushes... in my lost life... couldn't learn how to clean the bushes and make way... slowly started hurting myself when walking along the bushes..
I know the hope would have given me the courage.. instead i took it upon me... the past life there were many times i got lost in the bushes... and probably dad was never there.. and never really learnt to ask how do i clear these bushes.. employed the same brain...
the bushes started getting thicker and i started clearing harder..they were growing at a higher speed and i wasn't able to cope up.. was getting lost... tired... and the hope what i got started diminishing.. in fact the hope was feeling bad that why i never approached for a suggestion... how do you really clear the bushes...
I never realised i have to ask... got along .. lost in the bushes... lot my way and suddenly i find myself at the bottom of the hill and bushes dense.. thick.. I see no hope now... the hope is equally sad...
some questions still remain.. will i ever see the hope again ? probably not.. even if i see can i be the same way i was before.. what happens to the bushes now...
I sat down started crying... there was a mirror next to me.. i had a glance.. as I am used to giving one liners always.. what I could only tell myself was that I am "An Orphan Who Lost His Father"
And if that magic number does a magic with you, say it comes and tells you.. that hey.. let us do this.. you chose someone... I will make him disappear and appear...
I was at the playground when that happened.. I said can you really do that ? Oh. yes was the answer...
I think I got a little scared... did a toss .. if it is head let us chose dad, else mom and it was dad.. I said let us do the magic with my dad... and after 10 I couldn't see him.
really couldn't call that a magic... it was just the fate on that date... after all the fate is the magic that someone never understands or for that matter no one...
and at that magic number the only thing i know was from tomorrow dad will not be at home.. so i can play a lot.. do a lot mischief..
and i actually started doing.. not just in home but everywhere.. then i realised the magic hasn't taken just my dad...but the magic around us as well...
i saw lot of shows of magic where the magician waves hands and things come back.. waved hands for ages.. dad never came back neither the magic...
got lost in discipline.. there was no one to scold, no one to take you for a walk to tell how life is.. and to guide how you need to be..
mom was busy doing dad's part time role.. getting the family along...she was doing it decently well... for her I was no longer the son, a responsibility she had to groom.. at times I was a burden.. at least with my vivid habits of interest in studies and mischief. She didn't care about the former and never asked me why I was doing the latter...
The magic was still playing with me.. I realised this is how life is going to be... couldn't make friends.. really couldn't understand what one wants from another... one thing for sure the magic has taken away is the love in life.. perhaps that is the reason why there is a relation called mom and dad was made by god..
got along the magic.. learnt some tricks and was reasonably successful... but yea this orphanism never left my thoughts... it was always a conscious back thought.. and it was having an impact always...
When the magic was kind of giving a nice way for me finally.. found a hope.. hope was brighter than what i have seen before.. a rest that could lie on and cry... a taste i can relish.. having skipped the meal in the last and lost life...
got along with that hope.. man the magic seemed to work well.. i was having a roll.. i was getting into those kinds of stuff which I never did before... I was in love... the hope assured me life again... got along...
the only challenge was hope was on a hill with a bushy way... never bothered pain always used to run along the bushes... in my lost life... couldn't learn how to clean the bushes and make way... slowly started hurting myself when walking along the bushes..
I know the hope would have given me the courage.. instead i took it upon me... the past life there were many times i got lost in the bushes... and probably dad was never there.. and never really learnt to ask how do i clear these bushes.. employed the same brain...
the bushes started getting thicker and i started clearing harder..they were growing at a higher speed and i wasn't able to cope up.. was getting lost... tired... and the hope what i got started diminishing.. in fact the hope was feeling bad that why i never approached for a suggestion... how do you really clear the bushes...
I never realised i have to ask... got along .. lost in the bushes... lot my way and suddenly i find myself at the bottom of the hill and bushes dense.. thick.. I see no hope now... the hope is equally sad...
some questions still remain.. will i ever see the hope again ? probably not.. even if i see can i be the same way i was before.. what happens to the bushes now...
I sat down started crying... there was a mirror next to me.. i had a glance.. as I am used to giving one liners always.. what I could only tell myself was that I am "An Orphan Who Lost His Father"
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