Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

Let me run wild, Without any worries. Let me laugh loud, Without any sorries. Let me be filthily dressed, Without being judged. Let me be loved, The one strangers could hug. Let me speak my mind, Without being gagged. Let me stay out late, Without being nagged. Let me sleep under the sky, Watch the clouds float by. Let me live in peace, And let me fly. Most importantly, Let me be who I am Just let me be, is all I want…

All my life I searched for a happy ending; All my life I deluded myself into believing in it, In all situations; good or bad; All I was worried about being how it fared? As I grew old, old enough to understand; Where my life was headed and toward what I was blind. Golden moments passed me by; in spite of they being rare,  Obsessing over the ending and for the rest I didn't care. Now I wonder if I would ever get those moments again; Even if I promised to enjoy without worrying about the end, The true wisdom has finally dawned upon me; Sometimes it’s not about a happy ending, it's only about the story.

About the author: Jahid Akhtar is a software developer by profession. He was born and brought up in Assam and resides in Bangalore with his wife Anjali and their little daughter, Jia. Jahid enjoys writing about some unforgettable moments, in his blog titled Flashbacks. About the story:       Devastated by floods, Bipin and his little boy Tublu move to a faraway land, where they meet the Sharmas. This marks the beginning of a long and enduring relationship between Bipin and the Sharmas and the growing friendship of their children Tublu and Maina. The book captures the journey of this friendship through childhood to adolescence and into adulthood. From some interesting school and college humour, the story progresses on and develops into a mature narrative. As years pass, Tublu's plain and silent crush on Maina develops into deep love and longing which bears the potential to conquer all of life's challenges. The story has its share of drama, tha...

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