Trapped

It was a hard day at office. Rishav has got a lot of assignments to complete before the weekend. It was his second week at his new office and he's got to prove himself that he is worth everything.

The clock struck 5.00,it was almost the end of the office hours when suddenly the skies started calling. They roared and called for some celebration. And then came the rain. It came down like dreams of a dreamer,like lyrics of a song, like musings of a poet.

From the window next to his desk he could witness the rain caressing the city. Street children playing football, splashing into muddy puddles. The airgetting filled with their laughter.He longed to be there. He longed to be free. But he can't,he is bound.

The skies kept on singing their song,the cursor on Rishav's computer kept on beeping and the boys down there kept on laughing and playing in the rains.

He thought what is the reason behind every feeling of getting trapped?Why are we trapped?Where are we trapped?While he longed to be among those boys playing football down there,getting drenched in rain.Perhaps those boys also dream about sitting in an office,working in front of a big computer,talking like important people?

Well are trapped among ourselves. We are bound withing ourselves. It's not the world,it's us we are caged into. It's 'We'that is the cage and its 'We'which can be free.