Diary of a wandering
mind
An honest note of confession before I begin on this escapade
of words-Keep aside all the anticipation and expectations that have already
formed a room in your mind, thanks to the fancy title...I can promise you that
this record, scribbling or piece of shit might turn out to be something really
boring. However, as John Milton says - it is not the duty of the author alone
to entertain the reader. It’s a two way process really where the reader too has
a rather active role to play! So, those of you who decide to go through this
with a little bit of patience might just find something helpful or you can
simply dismiss this as a rather long and boring Facebook status update- the choice
ultimately is yours!
Entry 1:
She trudged along the long winding road. She knew she had to go on until there were no more posts left. Clutching at the soft earth she tried to look up- she could make out a faint outline of an endless road littered with posts. Hungry, tired and fatigued she dragged herself on all fours towards the next post. "No! I can't give up now!", she told herself. "I have to live up to my name! I must I must!" She murmured under her breath. A loud shout broke her fatigued reverie. She looked up and saw a giant of a man peering at her with suspicious eyes. He wore a black uniform and carried a white stick with which he poked her. From beneath his cap she could make out streaks of grey hair. "Hey there! Tell me your name and get going! Bloody loser..." The sheer hate in his voice rattled her. She gathered all the strength that she had left in her and stood up slowly. She looked straight into his eyes and whispered, "Hope...". The guard noted down her name and watched her till she disappeared into the horizon...
