An Eye for an Eye – But the Question is ‘Why?’

Hope, they say, can see the invisible, touch the intangible and do the impossible. It’s the one word that gives you strength when all other lights go out, it’s the hand that helps the lost, the touch that concretes the weak and the word to help the dying, revive. But every such boon has had a dark side of its own. Mankind over these years has mastered the game of depend and blame, in which he sees no shame. It’s a sad reality that we all try to ignore, alas; it will hunt us down in the end. We first created for our benefit, then we divided for our benefit, we gave birth for our benefit and then murdered for the same. A mean game that has been played for ages now.

The Touch I Long For...

I slowly get up from the bed, it’s a slow day I am so sure. As of what I remember even the dark blinds of my room could not stop the sun from casting its magic, but today was the day it probably lost the battle. It was dark. The face of my clock showed a reasonably believable 7am but the unusual silence was bothering. So I, hesitantly, walked towards the blind and touched its string. Ah! Cold… I don’t remember it being a December morning, it was probably June, but then, I can never be sure. It was long back you know, too long, too painful.