Aimless

He gets up early in the morning with mind full of hopes. He is determined to rule the world. How? That he doesn't know. He wears the same smile on his face, he had worn yesterday. In fact, he wears it everyday.

He follows the same path, goes through same garden, sees the same children playing, each day. But, he never realizes.

     For him, things are totally different for different times. He thinks that people tend to change every twenty-four hours. He expects acceptance from those men who kicked him yesterday and... daily.

He desires success from the same place which embraces him with failure everytime he approaches it.

He believes that his talents are being unseen. Still, he knows that one day, people will recognize him, will respect him. But, is just not ready to accept that he has no talents. He is useless, as usual. And people hate him for being a crazy, self- obssessed man.

     At night, he is seen sad, talks to himself, cries in front of the mirror, is agitated as his exact personality couldn't do anything. He decides to give up. He knows, he will.

But, as the sun rises, a strong aroma of freshness surrounds him. It makes him forget his past and try again.

Randomly, he changes his mind. His sorrows, depression... disappear, magically. And, he again gets up early in the morning and walks out because he is aimless. He wants to do things but doesn't know what or how to do... just wanders around the streets like stray animals and stares, desperately, at people who do not give a damn!
They don't care because, he is aimless. Valueless.

A place. That place.

“ Whose house is it? " I asked pointing that magnificent mansion.
         “ How do i know? " My friend paid no attention and kept walking.

The sky grew darker, darker as the dusk approached. The air was soft and quite refreshing. Streets were empty except for two dogs wandering around with their tongues out.

I stared at that house. It looked old, yet beautiful... like the ones you see in the 90s' cinemas. I wondered who owned that house and how he lived there and why.
But that house was a beautiful one, I must say, with a huge gate, a nice garage and an old-fashioned door leading inside. It was half- open.

There was a stillness in the environment which was almost breathtaking. Something about this house attracted me so much. I wanted to see it, to see the people who lived there.

Suddenly, i could hear the opening of one of the windows of that house. I looked up. Standing at it, was a lady with extremely long hair. She was almost a silhouette in that pale light.
  I could sense her uneasiness as she caught me peeping inside her house and that was very embarrassing for me. I shifted my gaze somewhere else and pretended as if i was searching for someone.

“ You nonsense girl! Have you lost your mind ? ” Shouting like brainless freaks, was my friend who was standing beside his car.

A house which looked like that of classic era must have sheltered extremely noble people in it. And my friend behaving like wild animals just added up to my embarrassment.

 “ I haven't lost anything. ” I said. “ See this house. Wonderful !! I just find some sort of connection between me and this place. ”
     That lady was still looking at us..

“ Really. Why not? Your ghost is going to haunt that house in the future years.” He was very annoyed.

 “ dude..? Come on. Why are you so irritated? ” I asked.

“ Timelessness, girl. We have to reach home before seven and there a long way to go. ” He said this and dragged me into his car.

And I... I had to leave all my curiosity there. I had to make my strong force and attraction, die.
       That house had something special in it. And i wanted to discover that. My gut feelings wanted to.

At times, it is very natural to fall in love with someone or something at an instant. And then we want to know so much about them.

 However, i was moving away... from that place, without knowing anything, just because my friend had no time, leaving all my satisfaction, the feeling of belongingness, there... to die with time. Which my friend would never understand. Nobody ever would...