Blindly, relentlessly, he had been striving.
And finally his destiny was near, and he faltered…
For, to go unto his destiny was to lose his own existence.
Come! I have awaited you long. Fulfill me! His destiny beckoned him eagerly.
“What shall become of me?” He demanded.
How would you know unless you come to me?
“I do not wish to end!” He lay bare his fear.
To end is the only way to continue. Come… she whispered.
His resistance melted and he rushed into the unknown wildly.
And in merging with the ovum, his existence ended, and life began.
Comments
Very nice :)
What they said - consistent improvement!
Just another dyslexic desi
-ashu
@ ashoe, CN, IW, Vivek, cheti, ano
Thanks for you appreciation
- atrakasya
really liked this one -
really liked this one - quite profound.
atra
This one is amazing ! loved it ! Looks like you have having fun !
So are we !
brevity is the soul of wit
and is poetry in the hand of wise.
milaa de khaakh mein hasti gar martaba chaahey,
ke daana khaakh mein milke hi gul, gul-ae-gulzaar hota hai;)
@ CN, IW
Guys, thank you for your appreciation. Like I said, I am really enjoying writing these tiny snapshots - its great fun!
Good one @ Atraa
You are setting progressively high standards for yourself. Liked the way you conceptualized this abstract (??) subject matter & turned it into a tale. Good one.
Atra...
you are getting better and better with each attempt. Brilliant stuff this.