Thursday, August 6, 2015

Want My Paddle


I was at my sweet (beach side) home when I had my wish for travelling in a boat. The next moment spotted out a boat with a paddle at a distance. I trailed to water cautiously everything (boat and myself) and finally hit the water to ignite my highness. I initially rowed gently since I hadn’t had a pinch of knowledge concerning waterways transportation. It was ecstatic travelling in a boat solely. I moved further and further towards the sea boundary which was a misinterpreted perception of my sensory experience. I controlled my pupil 360 degree where I could sight nothing but blue carpet. I jumped into the admiration. I had to be brought back to the reality because of a broken double sided paddle to single sided state. Fear started to creep through my spinal and I decided to travel back. Unfortunately I had no map or a compass and hence I didn’t know where to go. I was rounding with that single sided paddle for a restricted diameter. Tears peeped out of fear when I misplaced the paddle to fall into the sea. Whilst I was almost near the rim of dying I experienced a shake. Suffocation to breathe, eyes floating in tears, I noticed a paddle which was at its verge of diving into the sea. I grabbed it to pass out of the state of hugger-mugger. I rowed, rowed at all direction till I could spot a land. Fortunately I captured my house whilst travelling in a direction experiencing my pulse rate becoming normal. I kick started thanking god for the paddle and for my recovery. I calmly rowed it to the sand to switch off the boat’s engine and placed the paddle near the boat. I moved to my room and cogitated about the incident. I experienced a highness inside me simply because of the paddle that came from nowhere. I cognized I could be at sky-high with the paddle I got by moving anywhere I need. I ruminated about the paddle’s entry into my life and walked to the boat again. I hadn’t found the paddle there. I ran everywhere in search of it with random moving eyeball. Finally I sat on the beach sand with frowned face. I want that “My Paddle”. My home isn’t my destiny.     

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