Conceit & Kindness

Chapter-4

Too small world, too big dreams

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The world has seen different parameters every year. From an artist's eye to a thief's eye but still, the human race is in denial situation.

The wind is flowing in all directions, marking its presence all over the world, and I am just a shred of it.

I stood up, spread my hands and felt the air on my face, the way it was tangling my hair in all directions as I belong solely to this world and there is no one to watch me, to hear my silence, to hear my laughter and to nourish my soul.

"Sit down, " Aman was glaring at me with concern.

But at this moment I am in infinity, I don't know how to stop and look ahead. What we are is never going to change, what we were is here in this moment to feel. Maybe we will create history, maybe we will lose everything in the end but the process is significant enough to live.

"Tell me why we are here?" I heard my voice.

"To change the world!" I heard their commanding voice.

"And how we are going to do that?"

I glanced at the roads of Delhi, the way they were screaming my name as they want to tell me a story. recite a story to my ears 

"we will scream!"

"scream for what?"

"scream to enjoy the freedom, scream to let everyone know who we are!"

and I stared at her, at those wistful eyes, to know the dreams she had, to know the infinity she is living in. after all, we all are stuck in infinity.

her brown orbs were more concentrated when I stared at her, as she is creating another world in her eyes.

"and what are we going to scream about?" I was reluctant to know what was in her mind, what was she assuming. the prudent smirk on her face was guiding me to run away from here but I am not that fragile to understand anything. after all, writers are made to create history then why not I?

Aman started driving the car a little more furiously. I saw flying on the roads of the heart of Delhi. the city lights, the greenery, the fresh evident air with no noise as the whole world is sleeping, I closed my eyes, felt the fresh air in my heart, hold the courage to look upon once again the enormous bleeding sky; the sky which has seen everything from its eyes, the devastating autumn, to the joyous spring, to the burning summer, to the most frigid winter, and yet it is still here in all condition consuming everything as it the beginning of infinity.

I closed my eyes, hold my breath and presume all the possible scenarios of my life making this surrounding a vigilant to me.

"I, Jessica Mehra, am going to create  history with the power of my words!" 

"I, Sanaya Grover, am going to change the  music industry  with my voice!"

"I, Aman Khanna, am going to play till the death of my life!"

our eyes were closed, our hearts were beating fast and the air around us was in sync moving in the same thread. 

when I opened them I found India gate right ahead of me, thrilling me with compassion and at that moment I realised what freedom was in actual syllables when I saw birds flying peacefully with their wings.

the speed changed again, the wind became more prudent now, making me shudder in its power and my throat went dry. 

my hair started flying in all directions, it must have started, I remember the precautions of weather when the air become dirtier.