Blind lanes and broken paths…

Some pieces never actually fall in its place…the onset of journey promises hopes, inspirations, satisfaction and a diamond reflecting its bright colors at the farthest end. It’s only the reflection that is visible, the only guide. The journey starts. With the right determination and absolute integrity, the diamond appears nearer…a bit clearer…an inch closer. The journey continues. Suddenly the sun sets in the western sky…at first red...then a dark shade of prussian blue…and at last a black veil of darkness. The journey stops with stumbling legs and searching eyes. The supreme confidence saying, “I am. I can.” seems to sway. One step further…the way blocks. Searching through darkness, a strange loneliness grasps. The diamond is forgotten. Bewildered and confused, the search for light…search for life continues with a acute desperation to survive, only to find a dark devil standing at each bent of the broken path. It’s a blind lane, a thoroughly dark blind lane…..