Adit

When we walk down the memory lane, retain information about every wee bit of life, we always wish to relive those moments once again; enjoying the blissful moments, putting right our mistakes & getting things that we lost somewhere in-between. I really don’t know about girls, but for boys it’s always the same. When in early days, you wish to be treated as an adult & once you come out of your teen-age you tend to take a U-turn & desire to go back once again. Adit’s life was no different either. He was born in a highly sophisticated family in a remote place of a not-so-famous part of the marvelous India. He was considered divinely blessed as on the day of his birth a group of Himalayan priests visit that place to bless the child. Two days after he falls sick. What happened there after is still a mystery but his recovery extended a ray of happiness all over. There was this usual bunch of kids who read the right books, wore the right clothes, said the right words & played the right game. The other usual bunch of kids was there too who revolted against every norm of the society. Unfortunately Adit was not allowed to join any of these groups. He had to let down his home, parents, friends & his life at the age of four in search of the unattainable. His family did a great sacrifice with raging fire in heart. It was a sacrifice of the highest order. Even death shed tears looking at his pain.

I know you would not find a particular flow in the post. That’s because I started having something else on my mind, but then changed track in-between. I did not want to stop at that very moment so went on till I could. Sorry for the confusing & pointless post. I would be back VERY soon with some extremely absorbing stuff.