Sunday, September 5, 2010
There are thousands of stars. They reveal themselves only in dark hours. A child desires to grasp all of them. His anxiety increases as the task becomes improbable. He understands that stars are hot, in fact breathtakingly hot. He understands that reaching them with existing life form is impossible. Some men are smart & abort the mission. Others invent things that can acclimatize to the stars nature. These men travel great distances to reach them, till there home is nothing more than a dot. Some men reach these stars & others return back to there mother ship. The men who get the glimpse of stars original self are not left alive. So I wonder whether the journey is worthy enough.
P.S: Replace stars with women & anxiety with adrenalin (which is unfair in itself)