The Labyrinth
By sheer faux pas of human technology Mr.Machhar snuggled in through a gap between the two vacuum separated glass sheets of the aircraft window.”This way no one will notice me and I can travel WT! Hehehe!!” he grinned wickedly ,making a buzzing sound that annoys human ear as it closes itself to all sounds of the wakeful world and dozes off into a world of fantasy.
Mr.Machhar slipped and slid, jumped and clapped, buzzed and boozed.The booze of course was the overflow of happy hormones in his anatomy that took him into a state of inebriation. “Please fasten your seat belts” was not meant for him. He was the winged variety...but naturally! A sense of elation engulfed him. Up and up the aircraft went and Mr Machhar tried keeping his pupils at pace with the changing scenario outside his trap. However, first one eyeball became disoriented, and then the other...Till both were mere kanchas rotating in empty eye sockets each following its own rhythmic whirlpool. When they finally stopped, so did the tiny heart. A life literally perished up in the heavens.
Here it lays...Fossilized. A story unfinished, desires- unfulfilled.
Aren’t we all like this mosquito trapped in the rattrap? The world offers baits to us, which we hungrily cling on to. In search of those baits we move around in the labyrinth of life. I watch the sun splattering its rays over a sheet of clouds below.
The clouds become clearer as the form of the mosquito blurs.
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