THE UNPREDICTED HERO
In this world, some people love to be alone and finds solace as their ultimate refuge. It is very tough to understand their emotions and what’s rolling in their mind. They too are part of society but love loneliness. Rather than describing elaborately, a one-word describes them best…..
An INTROVERT.
“ Prabha, do you know, we humans are the most civilized of all beasts. If you agree, tell me why?”
The room with finely designed bookshelves full of enough collections proved the dominance of a book worm in it. As Akhanda turned the pages of ‘Shouts Of The Whispering Mind’ and waited for a response, Prabha with a tight hug gave an unexpected answer.
“ We are civilized because we can share our thoughts, and love parties, gathering. But Akhanda, I wonder how we two are continuing our relationship through our thoughts originate from totally different poles”.
With the half-finished conversation, Prabha hurried towards the kitchen. The house seemed to gain life at every step and word of Prabha.
“ The breakfast is ready….. my dear philosopher. Fill the belly and get ready to dance to the tune of melancholy in the evening.
Prabha seemed to be in a festive mood, decorated and watered all the flower pots in the corridor.
“ Akhanda, I am ironing your marriage suit. You look gorgeous in it”.
“Stop all this Prabha. You know I don’t like wearing suits. Our marriage party was an issue. I was bound to wear it. I never interfere in your...
An INTROVERT.
“ Prabha, do you know, we humans are the most civilized of all beasts. If you agree, tell me why?”
The room with finely designed bookshelves full of enough collections proved the dominance of a book worm in it. As Akhanda turned the pages of ‘Shouts Of The Whispering Mind’ and waited for a response, Prabha with a tight hug gave an unexpected answer.
“ We are civilized because we can share our thoughts, and love parties, gathering. But Akhanda, I wonder how we two are continuing our relationship through our thoughts originate from totally different poles”.
With the half-finished conversation, Prabha hurried towards the kitchen. The house seemed to gain life at every step and word of Prabha.
“ The breakfast is ready….. my dear philosopher. Fill the belly and get ready to dance to the tune of melancholy in the evening.
Prabha seemed to be in a festive mood, decorated and watered all the flower pots in the corridor.
“ Akhanda, I am ironing your marriage suit. You look gorgeous in it”.
“Stop all this Prabha. You know I don’t like wearing suits. Our marriage party was an issue. I was bound to wear it. I never interfere in your...