Tales of the Eyes

A small boy holds firm his necklace that has a hidden design. Walking alone, a broken road, tiptoeing hitting the surface. His eye has dreams. He can make it come true, he believes. Holding the rope that has many god-created gifts in place. The boy decides to cry as he wipes those lonely water works. The rope starts to snap slowly, the lonesome ownership will be no more. He gets worried as he calls for help, they all gather around holding the rope. They pull with their full force but cannot change the willpower of the Almighty. The let go of the rope happens as they chase that gift, they call there is but wasn’t. It screams loud as it feels the air touching his face but the night has not arrived. Throwing of the hidden bells has cost him at least the morning delight. A decade ago it was a shrine to the utmost respect in people’s hearts. It disappeared one day— that made this tearful thing look for tender care. (Based on a real life situation in India)