So let's just move into the story fast, sorry for making you wait till today....So this story is told in different ways. I've read about it a little bit from various sources and I would like to just share it in here
Long ago there was a town, which followed a strange custom of branding the forehead of a person with the name of the thing they stole. In that town there lived a young poor boy. Once he was so hungry that he stole a sheep to sell it, so that he could get money. On his way to the market he get's caught and as is the strange custom he is branded with S from the word sheep to make other's aware that he is the kid who stole the sheep. After this he get's humiliated and he was out casted from the society. Since he had no one around to whom he can talk to, he accompanies the sheep and starts to feel more connected with them than with humans.
Year's later a child from the same town saw this boy who by then grow into an old. The child bewildered by the happiness in his face with those sheep ask his grandmother who is that old man. His grandmother whose memory had faded with time, thought for a moment and replied that she didn't know him in person, but in her time he was called a Saint and that is why the letter 'S' is imprinted in his forehead. Saint the person close to god!!!
Thus as said what society says is not the matter, what matters is your dreams..... Go conquer them
Recently I read a novel called "Brida" written by the Brazilian novelist Paulo Coelho. Novel's always fascinated me, this too opened the doors of a magical world. Coelho's novels in general brings in a lot of positive vibe. If you haven't read this novel yet you should indeed try it.
Magic is something that we often love to know as it fascinates us in one way or the other. The biggest of the biggest magic as many say is love. Brida follows a journey of a 21 years old girl named `Brida'who wishes to open the door of the magical world. It crosses through all aspects of her life from her parents, tutors, to her soulmates. The novel has some magnificent movements, that brings in a lot of imagery into our minds.
Comment if any of you've readed and share your experiences
//Some toodle-oos are destined to be said en route to find yourself//
Leaving my comfort zone, those croissanted-mornings and blankets of warmth . I peregrinated on the spinous hours of that ancient horologe .
/Some journeys are meant to be taken without luggages when your pockets are filled with utmost optimism and faith in your soul/
• Wilted sunsets to light up those twilight coated blind eyes to understand the ifs and buts of existence and destruction. • Cassettes of evolution to immaculate those narrow minded souls as change is much needed. • Maroon hues of patience to disperse blue hues of despondency to paint my colorless life with tints and shades of tranquility. • Stalwart sculptures kneaded with altruism to vanquish every difficulty on the path of salvation from darkness of nights. • Puffs of melancholy as grief is also a part of our life without which we are incomplete.
//My breathe were wreathe with combers of benignity and aspiration to touch the jugular vein of the lost me even if that mean to crush my bones by falling again and again in the deep chasm of pessimistic winds I rose to reach my destination//
And as I engulfed the scent of my sweat and blood . It felt like I conquered every dark second of my life .
/My pulse broke mayhem betwixt day and night/
_____________________________ Toodle-oos - goodbyes En route- during the course of a journey; on the way. Croissanted-mornings- croissant filled means mornings with fresh breakfast .
Have you ever travelled alone? For today's challenge imagine yourself travelling alone to a destination. Talk about things you are carrying as luggage, your destination, your emotions on the way, your anticipation to reach, the things you can see and hear around you, etc.
--Today, write a creative piece about a journey.--