The bygone days that once filled me with unprecedented happiness, now only remain as the memory of mine. I lament for my solitary confinement in the facade world where most people are masked with a different character than what they really are. My relentless endeavor to seek happiness somewhat goes into vain in every attempt. The pleasure that I had as a boy while walking alongside the footpath in a rainy day; now barely holds any significance in the same circumstance. Everything around me looks so artificial that I am gradually losing my own existence from this world. As a kid I had a longing to enjoy life to the fullest when I would grow as a man; yet now when I am in the manly state I do not have any purpose to be enchanted for. Life appears so dull and monotonous to me that I crave to go back to my childhood days that I have left behind. I know there is no turning back for me or anyone, we can only move forward in life there is no option to rewind to the past. It is true although that during our childhood days in terms of materialistic aspect, we did not have much, yet in the limited resources we could derive immense pleasure from life. The small things like playing football or cricket at the ‘Para ground’ with friends rendered boundless joy to us. There was an invisible power in our childhood days that perpetually imbued us with abundant of joy and rapture. As I grow old that invisible power gradually started to vanish from life and in turn life eventually became boring and fastidious for us. The enthusiasm which was an integral part of my character that has also departed me living only disappointment as my sole companion. I no longer have the urge to prosper in life, everything around me seem to have stopped all of sudden to beweep in my sorrow.
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