Here I am, meters below the soil ,happily inside my warm coat , covered ,cherished and protected. How am I getting water to survive you ask? Who knows?I am unconcerned by that mere detail of my life.And when I asked the world what is out there, they replied "everything and anything you've ever dreamt of ".
Living is fun, they said. You are missing out the beauty of the lush brown soil ,the warm summer breezes that tingle your senses,the sweetest songs sung by the birds,the lush blue skies with moon and stars at night .You get to grow legs and drink water as much as I wanted. Oh, what a wonderful life ,they exclaimed. Fascinated by the talk , I started growing up ,breaking free from the shell, competing for my land, my chance to survive and to be the part of this big world all they all fondly talked about.
Months later , I came out to play. Ready to look at the scenaries that taunted me all my life.That''s when I realized the meaning of the lines left unsaid, words unspoken and gestures unnoticed.
Running miles underneath the ground to find water wasn't a choice, a necessity. The blue skies are now covered in grey blankets is the only scenery I ever saw. Horns from the running motors is the only sound I've ever heard.Forget the stars , am lucky to see moon once in a blue moon. and don't forget to be bewared of cows, horses, kids, gardeners,rag pickers, and not to forget anything with 2,3,4 legs. And when I asked them about it, they all smilingly replied : "April fool!".