The Great Indian Dream

The mascara to hide the lines of an aging face
The thinned tarred road to cover the pot-holes
The bundle of Roses to hide the number of late hours
The chocolates to make up the lost time with a child

How long will the mankind do to cover its mistakes from each other? An easy compensation to curtain the mistakes or short comings or a cover-up for the faults committed for the selfish gains. These provide a temporary relief to the person accepting the same but in a long haul the texture of the same is lost.

As the lines go, these are like building a glass house which ultimately will break down and everything will lie bare and naked. Man should learn from his mistakes...this line has just become an old saying which sounds good in the books. Time and again he does the same mistake thinking that at least one time he shall surely get for what he had been committing these mistakes. But alas, he still stands in the same position with no difference but more guilt and sorry for himself.

The rains come and wash the mascara off to show the lines that were the years wasted achieving the momentary happiness. The roads are still bumpy, which was tarred for a jolly good ride, but the ride is not smooth as it was suppose to be. His own child has grown fast enough for not understanding the momentary happiness which he has gathered over years. The reality will finally sink and will crush the man and he will wake up the world of loneliness......