Crawling ants

“…we were crawling with limp legs over him with a caution. A drop of sweat slide from the scalp of his deceased head and made it's way through rear of the left ear, finally tickled over the bare shoulder and got absorbed in smoldered body. He was such familiar with the pain we were offering him that he had no expressions left for us and let us astonished at him. The ambience was damp with the sweat of burned, exposed bodies and air was filled with stench of foul breath. His garment was tattered with several claws clinging to get every piece of it. His skin had turned hard and brown with dust wrapping the superficial skin. He was gripped with brown, thick clutches that were shedding their rust over his stiff, dry hands. Their imprints could be felt over his pulses. He was sitting at one corner of the wooden encroachment and looking up at the three holes that were dig for the air to get inhaled into the vacuity. The warm rays of sun were intruding from these holes and were resting over his right fist making it brighter than the other one. He raised the other hand and with aching efforts, tried to close the left fist with the streak of sun ray within. The rays pour over the mesh formed by his clutched fingers and then a drop of tear emerged from his eye. He raised his face towards the three holes with moist eyes and anger flow inside the veins running through the ripples formed over his forehead….”

“For the past one year, I had been crawling over him over the same place and biting him at the same spot. Initially he used to howl at me while cursing his destiny, but all in vain. His pain had slowly transformed into numbness and then he started smirking at me with a grin. I know that finally he will let the sun rays fall over his feet and he will rest his head over his fists and will die wailing for lid to get open for the last time, but why should I care…!! Let me take pleasure in his pain.”

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Well don’t pain your brain over this short imagination..!! This is a superficial imagination about a man trapped inside an enclosure for the past one year. Since then he had been watching the rays coming out of three holes dig on the roof lid. He had a wish to take control over the impossible by clutching the rays in his fists, and as expected he failed miserably everytime. At that moment he realized that he is under regulations and is not allowed to go against the nature. It is the time when he started feeling the pain bestowed by the crawling ants. Just like him all of us are living in a closed environment wherein we experience pain and pleasure at the same time. Sometimes you feel like getting out of the solid clutches and dart out of the closure by smashing on the roof lid. But the clutches won’t allow you to raise your potential and finally you see rays of hope. You try to hold these and go against the customs, but in vain, and then you realize the pain within you. In short, you get to realize your limitations when you attempt to go against the obvious.

But the real courage is to hold the rays in your hands and smile at the crawling ants…!!!