Some time back I wrote A Life Yet To Lead. I felt then that it was nothing more than jugglery of words. But when I sit down to assimilate the essence I strongly feel it is outpour of an overwhelmed heart. Superficially I may appear ascetic outwardly but deep down inside there are cravings and worst of all frustration from my inaction. Day in and day out I see, read and feel stories about capable people going down the pages of history in anonymity. Lost for ever.
I feel like Frodo Baggins who volunteers to take the Ring to Mount Doom in The Lord of The Rings. Hope eluding him at every step yet he kept moving.
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