Nothing Stays Buried

Life is unpredictable. It flows smoothly at one end, then a sharp turn and splash- into the fall. It's filled with lots of 'ifs' and 'buts'. Every decision you take is scrutinized, and every step you take is judged to no ends; but, maybe, that is life for us. Being in a spotlight of our own and enduring it. Sometimes there is peace, other times chaos and unfinished chapters.

Things don't always go your own way until you take the bearing. You can't sail smoothly, yet you can definitely try to sail as much as you can. After all those high tides, one does deserve to reach their destination.

For now, at least, he is here in this magnanimous room. Held inside the soft sheer curtains, raised as if by a summer breeze through the balcony door. The soft ivory bed sheet and cushions were slightly creased due to the weight of the body and nightly movements made. He is sheltered by the creme muslin canopy of his four-poster bed. The room is magnanimous, but still, he is confined.