AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

I must have done something very nice in my previous birth that in the most beautiful day of my life till date may 29 ,1991 I was sent to the most supportive and understanding family. I think every person will call their family to be the same but my family is genuinely the kingdom of love. It was not quiet affordable for my family by then but I can say I was born with a pure golden spoon. I was always pampered and cared by everyone. Some of the members are quiet introvert but I know they care for me even if they don’t display. Apart for a golden spoon there was a golden stick to for making me move in a right path. It makes me realize of what I am in every stage of my life. When I was small I use to think why I am in this place? What are all these going on? I was very small at that time people can’t answer my innocent question because I was quiet small to understand the big bang theory and all other big heavy words which still now kills us in exams. Then my fantasying mind plays its game and I created a believer of mine that may be we all are actor and actress just like Ekta Kapoor serials do, there may be some hidden cameras somewhere in the house. May be our shows were telecast in god’s televisions. I have asked many about these questions but till now the answer of these questions is blank. While having a morning walk with my father I always notice s lots of pigeon in the ways and always wonder what if I also have wings. I will go and find out what is beyond the blue blanket and where it end and who tear its cotton out to make different pictures and who stitches them. I still now think the same. The matured Einstein Boyle’s law alpha omega brain now still has the sweetness of childhood. May be the golden stick was wand very softly which made me more than a little bit of immature. I may not have the power to prove myself to the world who and what I am? But still I struggle to do it. And I know someday I will prove it at least to myself to get those blank lines filled of those questions. Just like a long dark night journey in a fuggy and dusty road of Pune to Mumbai, the path of our life is unfolding in a slower pace little by little. I don’t know what the other turn will take me to. I don’t care for future I never have and I always think that is my mistake but I honor the mistake too. Let it be what it is there is no time to sit and analysis in this point because it’s evening by now and I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.