Today, I wish to fly, cutting down the burdens. Today, I dream to enjoy the nature, the very existance of life. Today, I want to take a long deep breathe. And today, I broke the handcuffs and gave freedom for the wings to fly.
I watched my voice being crushed in the name of expectations. All I wanted was a simple life. I am left with no power to whisper, atleast. I lost the urge to speak, for I am just a puppet with a broken heart.
Hey you! What's wrong with you mate? Why are you so involved to make others happy? You even gave up on yourself in the name of 'judging'? When was the last time you really enjoyed being YOU? When was the last time you gifted yourself, atleast a cup of coffee? When was the last time you screamed out the lyrics of your favourite song? When was it you felt the fresh breeze hitting your face, throwing you back at the good old memories? What are you running after mate? Is it really worthy?
సాధారణంగా జీవితంలో రెండో ఛాన్స్ రాదని.. ఒకసారి కోల్పోయింది మళ్లీ తిరిగి రావడం చాలా అరుదు అని అంటారు. నాకు ఆ సెకెండ్ ఛాన్స్ వచ్చింది. (Full story in caption)
A story Is not just about the lines or paras.. Its about the soul in between those. A story Isnt just about heroes and zeroes but about their journeys. A story Is something which inspires and touches our inner desires. A story Is what rips us apart and stitches it again. And A story is not just A story... Its LIFE.