A PASSION OR A CHILDHOOD FANTASY? PART-3
brother yash,you are strong in developing logic for softwares .And you said yesterday you would go for civil services as well.and today you are a writer?”varun had a valid question.
“no buddy,god has sent me to become a writer.and I will become.what I talk of anything else is absurd.”
“ I am not demotivating you.but who will read you?”varun asked.
yash was answerless.clearly varun had asked a right question.in india,no one would value you until you have something to show.
But yash had other moves “I will write and read.what I will write will be a mirror of my heart.”
“yash don’t be silly.don’t you need money?”
“no”
“ok,so you will fed your bellies with emotions and sentiments,my psycho friend?”varun was irritated .
“varun,go to your room,you won’t understand me .and call me tomorrow when you will be ready for stroll at 5am.i won’t sleep tonight”
“do whatever you like “varun was in a high tempo.
“definitely,I will”
Varun disappeared from the room in nanoseconds.People have found strange ways of showing their disagreement.
I opened the window of my hostel room and a gentle breeze blew right across my face.White clouds ,unaware of my thoughts to fly like them ,navigated through the sky.I had for the first time pissed someone for my passion,so I was more than happy.In my 19 years ,I never shared something like this to anyone in my life.today I did it with a machined human.so that moron deserved some party,I thought. I flashed a sms to varun inviting him for a treat tomorrow morning at stroll time.The watch ticked two asking me to copy assignments for the class tomorrow.i didn’t copy and instead went for sleep.it was the most sound sleep of my life.I realized I would have slept without anti depressants that night.
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