***** Shattered Dreams *****

N.B: The theme was provided by someone based on which everything has been built up. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

It was cool and pleasant evening. The ambience was light with last bit of setting sunlight coming through the tinted glass of window. A gentle breeze flowing made the leaves dance to their rhythm was visible from the window. The gentle breeze brought in with itself the fragrance of street flowers, wet soil after little unexpected rain in the evening. Beside the house was the street with trees planted on both side of it, yellow and white flowers lying on it. The flowers which fell down from the trees by the rain added to the scenic natural beauty. With lights fading by, the purity of nature blessed with the divine purity of silence could have been acknowledged by anyone. This was a perfect time for strolling down the streets with someone he liked.

Down there, he laid on the bed thinking in despair. Numerous opportunities which he let go off. Time and situations were almost perfect as per his preferences. But it was his fear, his amalgamated thoughts that restricted him. Now he has himself to blame for it.

"Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises"

He had regrets that he did not accomplish his desires. Now everything was lost and seemed like a faint dream. His shattered dreams were slowly moving away from mind and vision. (At this tender of 21 people often tend to get attracted thinking of nothing else.)

Being the cynosure of all eyes from last few days and he was amazed to witness peoples around. This was quite opposite to his likings. His friends, family members whose names he didn’t even remembered had all come in numbers from last few days. Some he had never seen and some whom he recognized but never ever had a conversation with.

Still he greeted everyone with his faint smile. Smile was evident which he always bore for everyone regardless of having acquaintance with. Now it pained to smile from the bosom of his heart but he bore that with hesitancy. Just to assure others that he had no pain and guilt. The pain which was not physical but yet he was crying from inside. There can be medicine for physical pains but to such pains there are no respites. These heal only with time but now he was running short of it.

His shy nature had fetched him only few friends. Even with them he had small conversations. Never did he engage himself in any kind of personal talks. He seemed to enjoy his solitude.

“Silence is not audible but it creates enough doubt on others which can never be clarified.”

Such was his nature and he preferred to remain idle. He stayed at a distance and was quite uncomfortable with crowd. His uneasiness was easily observable. His confusion, agony was quite evident on his face now. But he never shared his feeling with anybody. Some friends advised him earlier to solve his issues and feelings with aid of someone closer. Someone whom he trusted and was comfortable with. But it seemed all their advice and suggestion fell on deaf ears.

There were his concerns, fears and his shy nature which make him keep his emotions to himself. He liked someone but never had the courage to initiate a conversation to convey his feelings. Slowly with time his affection increased but to no effect. He kept an eye on her, following her wherever he could. Such was the magnitude of his passion and liking for her. His silent nature would have never made anyone guess what he was thinking. His close aide’s i.e. his small group of friends had never heard anything of such sort in any conversation with him.

He had always thought of expressing his feeling to her. However assuring that no one else knows his feeling. He dreamt of walking on the silent streets holding her hands, away from this mundane world expressing all his feelings for her. Smiling and enjoying her presence as he moved while sharing their thoughts.

Everything was now lost as he laid there on the. He had some unknown disease where the nerves to his brain where slowly drying up. In other words the flow of blood to his brains was feeble and going to stop in sometime. Thus making it dysfunctional leading to his last breathes. He was diagnosed of this a month ago. When he came with its symptoms but now the stage was so critical that nothing could have been done.

So, with heavy heart he now felt that it was good that he let those opportunities let pass by. Otherwise his conditions might have affected her.  The consequences might have broken her. Thinking about the situations shivered him with horror, rattling him entirely. As he woke up in astonishment out of this horrible dream. Realizing whatever he saw was all dreams and prayed that never shall anyone be in such situation which brings melancholic depression to anyone.

Dreams and desires may remain as it is for most of us.

So it’s solely of the individual to make the opportunity count. Convey your feelings as regretting later might prove futile. Be satisfied yourself..............