Identity?
The evening was perfect. The sun was tired but was still smiling fine, spreading its golden rays across the horizon. A pleasant breeze whistled past, stopping me from going back indoors. It was an evening on which I could walk endlessly thinking of nothing, just enjoying being lonely, something which happens so seldom when you are in your college. It was not too long or maybe it was, before I saw a young lad sitting by a small pond. He was staring into the water. He appeared too lifeless to ignore. I paused to observe him, waiting for the slightest movement. I waited…
The silence crashed all of a sudden, he shouted “Where am I?” He then got up and walked closer to me. His eyes were red and teary. He seemed to have been crying the whole day. He looked on …very helplessly. He wanted to tell me something…he tried muttering but his mouth was too dry from all the crying. He took a deep breath and managed to speak out, “I can’t find my reflection in there” and burst into tears once again and then ran away.
I stood still. I so badly wanted to go have a look at the water but I didn’t. What if I can’t find my reflection? After 20 years of my life and 2 years into a premier university, what if I still don’t have an identity?
Hmm… The search for an identity many a time leads men into the darkest crevices of their minds, and they don’t come back so happy.
May be you can look outside and see what identity people have built about you and you may be in for a pleasant surprise, look without not within.
And by the way, once again your style of writing has done it! I was almost about to shed a tear somehow when I was going through your description of the boy.