Rohit Sharma

 "I promise that once this is all over, once I am out of this cycle that I have committed to pedal, I will be free, and mobile, and worriless, like those early June dark rainy clouds... Unstoppable, wanderer", he sobbed with two dry eyes. You see. You have been saying this for a very long time. It's very long and there have been so many promises and I am all tired to listen about it. It's so dreamy and yet, I am not unsure if I believe you. Your passion is something I do not comprehend. He looked upwards and said, "I know... right... I know. But this is gonna end and I am gonna be free. I don't know whether will I complete the task and reach the summit, but I will be free. I will take the dive as and when, very soon. I promise..". Do you even listen to yourself, how desperate do you sound? You are like those broken pieces of glass, shredded on the ground, each piece reflecting pain. Without a pause, he replied, "I am desperate and yes, I'm falli...

Rigidly sat over the porch, the pigeon , facing the Western cold winds remained steady. He sat and kept on thinking. The city , his city was covered with a pale yellow blanket of dust and smog . He was deeply disenchanted to this. What these human species have done to the city? What magic is this? It looks so pathetic and dull. While other pigeons were ignorantly flying and playing with one another and searching for food grains and stuff, he remained fixed and seated. He wanted to do something, at times wanted to call for the boycott of the negligent human race. He may call the meeting of the animal kingdom, tho, what power does he possess in this? He is just a feeble little creature. He was told that when the Gods were distributing powers to species, pigeons were discriminated against, although they are kind and peace-loving people. The other so-called kings are dethroned and caged in the spaces now variously called zoos and national parks. Humans have been clever in doing this. They...