A baby, welcomed with happiness, Long awaited by his elder brother, Ten years older. Both brothers loved each other, Growing up, with family love. Life went on. They moved to foreign shores. The elder brother studied And came back home. The younger brother and family Lived far away. A transformation started, Drugs became a part of him, The younger one, Kept going down life’s road The transformation continued, Both parents passed away. The transformation continued To the point of no return. What happened to that baby, Who had loved and been loved? Why did this transformation happen? Why do such things happen? We say it is fate, What is to happen, Will happen. An easy way to reassure ourselves.
Is it not Fate that makes us act late ? I once had so many 'Whys' , now no more.... Instead I think about 'How' to handle or accept. Sometimes it is better not to seek the answers for 'Whys' for it is sure to hurt the seeker. Call it Fate or by any other name, this is the only sure thing in this world of uncertainty. And now comes the question of 'Who' that is at the center of all these deciding 'What' is to happen and to 'Whom' is to happen and 'When' is to happen ... The search for 'Who' is ever continuous. If at all we 'Realize' that ''Who' is within each one of ourselves, all questions are answered and Peace prevails. How long will it take ? Some thought to ponder !
