Deva walked past the road and his mind was like the clear stream and he always used to be like that and he doesn't have a lot of friends and he used to be quite alone always, like wise we can say he is unbeknownst to everyone who is around him.
He was always used to scribble down the stories in his notes and hoping to make that world wide and he is dreaming of earning in dollars one day.
He was working upon this new stories and that was mostly based on his real life incidents and he was writing that plot for a year and he published in the his website and he fell asleep after writing that story.
He woke up after 8 hrs and he excitedly goes to see the comment section of the blog and he see what he expected in that
"No comments was posted" was displayed and Deva decided to share it on each and every chat group he has been part of and he received the replies like a bullet and Deva decided to give a walk alone on the road and he keep his eyes stick to the road and he was only seen the white stripes in the road and he was walking and the replies were hitting on his mind, he saw the stone was coming to block his path and he slowly walk past the stones in the road but he wasn't able to walk past the stones in his mind and his mind was rolling with the replies he had faced
"Looks like big shot comes up with his lil' stories"
"No one is gonna read your stories"
"Why are you wasting your time with this"
"When you are going to stop this shit"
"Sorry, I don't have time to read this"
"Why are you crying?"
"You and your stories will not be considered by anyone "
"Why are you damaging your good image with this try to leave out of this Deva"
"We don't want to waste our time by reading this one"
"Instead of reading this If we read the subjects We will get high marks"
" You will read your scribble?"
"You won't get recognised by anyone till your death"
Deva suddenly stopped walking and he felt angst and angry at the same moment and due to that the hot tears were dropping from his eyes and he don't want to be at there
He let a scream our and he started to run away from that place quickly as soon as possible
He reaches a place where he used to write the stories
That place was quite alone from the surroundings and the place was like a cave and he used to be at there whenever he feels insecure.
Deva started to read that replies once again and he started to read the comments once again and he started to laugh like a freak and he see his glimpse at the pond in the cave and he see his glimpse is slowly fading....
He received a comment on his website about his story.
He opens and read that comment
"This story is nice and I'm excited for your next stories"
By seeing that he started to cry and he smiles at that and his mind was screaming at him
"Yesssssssssss"
Deva slowly sleep after that he wake up to see the thing and he said to him "what a good dream"
He slackened his body and he checks his phone again and he found that replies and he couldn't able to found the comment on the website and he see the pond again and he saw his glimpse is slowly appearing and he smiled at that and he started to walk towards his home
At the evening
Deva comes to that place again to continue his job once again......
He is used to getting along with the glimpse which is usually fading and slowly reappearing like a moon
Moon may have take the rest for 2 days but his glimpse won't disappear
T hatwon't disappear even after his death
Instead it will shine like a star in the small part of this Earth
Identity crisis is something which I can relate too, coming to a new place almost 2000 km from own hometown, seeing lot of people from different backgrounds,that too of same age group who are really good in something or atleast they pretend to, makes you feel lost in a crowd. Sometime it's soo harsh that you feel you don't belong here. Sometime it gets worsen and you starts questioning your own decisions. And yep you shown it really beautifully, keep it up buddy.
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