Cruising along the riverbank, I found a boat. Felt it is good enough for me to sail through life. But when I just reached the distance, from where returning would be a fool's dream, found out that the boat has a leak. Water was pouring everywhere; I tried to put my hand to block it, failed. Force of water was too strong. It always is. Or may be I didn't try hard enough. Had nothing in the boat to fix the damage caused. We drowned.
Was it my fault to dream that I can make this long and treacherous journey on the small boat? I saw people do the same in even smaller ones. Or was it by luck? Or was the boat not the right one to carry me through? It’s so unfair. May be It was my flaw, my eyes were so blind with happiness, that I didn’t bother to check. After all I am the sailor. I should have checked it. Or did I? I don’t remember. It doesn’t matter now anyway.
Now, here I am, waiting for a miracle that will never come, deep underneath the ocean of my mind. Sitting and watching and waiting.