Little man

And as though there was plenty to lose, the dream, however short-lived and impulsive it was made its way into the black hole called future, unseen and unknown of. Like any other story of loss there was no one to cash this dream as well. The courses brought a tremble of excitement, the calculations a shock. Misprint, it should have been but it was not. It is a nice dramatic word, this word called ‘misprint’. A misprint of thoughts. A misprint of emotions. And a misprint of numbers. But as happens in all real-life-drama, there is no dramatic reaction to this one either. Every loss after all is a private suffering. It was just a soul awakening dream in a long-long time. Dreams seemed so distant against this backdrop of reality that they had parted long back. Yet it arrived and parted. And as it leaves I stand firm, rooted to this reality. Perhaps it is this reality that makes each dream differently; there is no common dream to be dreamt of. Maybe those who break those chains on their feet and soar high and make it to the moon someday…but most don’t ….and I am the most…. How true can the universal predicament of the ‘Little Man’ get than this? How real can reality get……

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