The Scream...
My story - It begins and ends here, in this place of work and money. Oh, this need for the good life, growth some would say - you start at 2 lakh something and add a zero and you hope, someday, then some.
And everyday, I stifle this scream for the sea. But, you hear it, maybe, Still.
In the old days, they sailed, I read in these fat fantasy books, simple men with similar complex minds - women, adventure, plunder, wisdom - different callings
Maybe, they didn't go far - wherever their boats, the horse, their feet, donkey even - (Mulla Nasruddin ha, ha ha) took them - knights in their coarse armour (or without) it doesn't matter now, does it- For Go, they did. Forgo.
C A L L I N G S
I romanticize, you say - and yes, there is truth in that.
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