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Something is Free: Not Dreams...

“Something was free! Dint you see it. It was written right over here you should have asked him… from where you brought these biscuits…” she asked.

Start of June month, which is worse than ever, now sky is cloudy and its suffocating… he was in no mood to fight his wife nor the shopkeeper…

“It’s about few chocolates…” he said…

“You don’t know I can’t leave anything for free why should we?” she tied her hair took her dupatta put her sandals and walked out…

Then he realizes to whom he was trying to explain… she paid one hundred rupees for taxi for fifty rupees free sugar…

She was the same women… got aged… taking care of the house, kids… the same women who gave up what she loved doing… in the name of fate…

But today, fighting against all the possible odd for a few free chocolates… but not for her dreams… how we can give up such important thing in the hands of fate and take up such stupid things in our hand… as our life depends on it…

Are we not doing the same mistake… where we are fighting for stupid things with stupid people and rather considering the act of running for what we want as stupid…

Because we can fight that shopkeeper and won’t even mind thinking that he might get upset but even before saying what to do… we know how people around us will react or respond… because they are loved ones…

Here in this rat race world… there is security so there is comfort… and when there is comfort, we can’t think beyond pleasure…

Half of life has been ruined in the name of responsibility and another half goes away or has been thrown away by our own ignorance…

Forget about life… in our single day… look into it that you have fought for that’s what you will get… if you have given up all your pleasure for your dreams… it will become reality…

It does not matter if you fought or stood up but, for what that matters, that must come from you… from within…  

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