That Guiding Light




 On a beautiful damp winter evening, a teenager boy is playing marbles in the courtyard, in front of a military lane. Neither interested, nor good in the game he is rather inclined towards the shape and the color sequences forming the tiny marbles. One of the onlooker senior citizens while observing, smiled and softly said  'these marbles remind me of the universe and the life emerging out of it.' 

                                Hearing this the boy was filled with curiosity and his eyes were lit up with innocent eagerness. He left the game and followed the old man until the mall road. Old man noticed this naïve childhood chasing him. He asked 'Sweet boy, may I ask the reason of this chase?" ..... 

            Hesitantly, the boy says 'I want to ask you something....may I?'

Old man nods in affirmation. Boy continues 'what is universe? what is life?".....Hearing this, the old man paused for a bit as the shrinking wrinkles of his forehead felt a sudden shiver of life. His wisdom found prodigy today. 

Boy and the old man would spend careless hours in discussing life, nature, mountains, science. The boy became more and more interested in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. Days went on like this. One day the boy learnt that his master's ageing body succumbed to the sudden drop of mercury, resultant of the inorganic changes in the climate. 

Boy's life changed. His hopes darkened, his 'yet' guided path zigzagged and got blocked. 

Years after. That boy is an old man now. His life, a mundane tale with no light in his eyes. Neither anything concerns him, nor he seems concerned about anything. Instead, he spends time watching recorded cricket matches on TV and nibbling all kinds of junk while at it. Even his regular medical bills aren't enough to shake him out of this state.

So, where did he lack?? What went missing in his life?? 






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