The sprinkling drops to the sea, the adored scent of the ocean, the flowed flood of the river and the stinky immovable water of the lake are all alike to existence of us in different stages. He commences life with a bright illustration of unexpected future which is unknown to everyone and steps to the zone of challenges which appears to be ordinary rather than tough. His journey begins being a small but fast vein of water going anywhere where the earth surface takes him. Dramatically he is corresponded with the society and turns into a river with the others divergent to what he couldn’t do previously breaking rocks in his way, making his own path and moving swiftly toward matureness. Gradually he evolves and realizes he is going to be omitted to the ocean where he can find peace. Stunned and astonished, his journey ends when he arrives to the ocean where everybody is taken anywhere as the wind goes, where waves are manipulated by the winds and where every single drop of the water conflicts their fears with encountering the sands on the beaches. This fucking bullshit is called destiny; in our life oceans people are dictated by the winds of the fate although they think they are aware of whats happening to them.
Basam Murtaza Tahoor
21st Sep, 2018