Day’s nothings..II

The kid was shown a flashy bauble today, as he stood on a balcony of a high rise-a posh office building overlooking the ever-so-mesmerising Vashi creek. He has listened to or met many who’d say “That’s how they lure you in”. And from this mess of luxury and cynicism, the eternal unanswered unswerving existential tension a dogmatic question rose its irritable bald shiny head… the overrated do-I-belong-here? And his philosophies on happiness were questioned somehow, so weak can convictions be sometimes. And the irony in that sentiment, probes him, tugs at him either trying to push him more deep in his rose-colored bubble or pulling him out of it, wearing a face of a reality, the one which everyone but him see pitying his innocence.


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