Jul 5, 2010 at 7:36 AM
I am up in middle of night. Its so dark. Everyone is asleep. This writing is the result of spontaneous typing on my phone's screen. I drifted off to sleep much restless. And now I am up. My phone's screen is showing so many envelopes. But there is one envelope that is missing. I was expecting some words. But they didn't come. And I feel as if these all other words are so waste. They don't have the colors that can make a man glow into his worlds of joy. But sadly there are no words for me at the moment.
I am a follower of God. I believe in him. I love my career and family. I am a son. A brother. A patriot. But this is also true that I am a man. In me lives a boy who refuses to grow up. There is a boy in every man. And he never grows up. And even that I am a man now, the boy in me still needs care and attention. And that boy waited all night but those words didn't come. And he slept. Poor fellow.
And everyone has his fears. The same is applicable for boys. Boys have fears too. Even I have. That boy in me also has his fears. For a man the most precious thing is his heart. He loses his heart. He loses everything.
Khud ke chez khud k paas ho to kya darr....
Magar jab kise aur k paas ho to darr rehta hai, kya pata woh khayal rakhay bhe ya nahin.
That's the fear of a boy.