Still knows not the answer to the real 'Why'

        

        "Why was he here?", she asked. It was the right question by her after all. He thought for a while, probably fumbled, trying to figure out a piece that would best explain his presence. For he knew not why he had signed up, let alone the saga of going and coming back again and again. For he had whatever he wanted, for he knew things are sorted but just that one bit which always made him struggle. He did respond and he meant when he did but knew not a word that would still explain the real "Why".

        We live in a world that is flawed. A world of materialistic pleasure that determines our livelihood and apparently, success. Food, shelter, and clothing have long been classified as secondary and the luxury of worldly pleasures has stretched their borders to be held with the utmost importance. This wasn't a hidden lie but a coveted truth, not just for the society but for him as well. Yes, he, the protagonist for whom this piece was carved. And as apparently seen by all, the guy with a million dreams.

        From the shoddy green fields to the high lights of a metro, his life had seen much of the positives that one longs for. From being a simple town boy to a guy with a golden future, the quarter of a century has taken him places that he couldn't even imagine. Enough pride for the parents and more than a handful for the rest to envy, his growth had always been on a high. As a person, a decent string of willingness to help the other with enough to influence the weeker. That is what best described him. 

        The world seems like a lie when thy expectations are high. And when things have gone wrong in the past, one rarely hopes to shine on similar grounds. It is a formality that stays and just a wish to have come good when the next moment arrived. The question that led him there was a simple 'Why' but had so much in it from his past. For a life that has known success so well, had its fair share of fallouts as well. Miserable endings are just part of the game and it doesn't waive off the brave. A broken thought of the Christmas past still haunts him and a glimmer of hope to right the wrongs always beacons in his instincts. Not all have been rosy and a chance to hold on to a hand that would carry light for a lifetime is a dream that still ignites him. While all bear the grunt of a rat race, his mild approach has always kept him ahead of the game. But, was that really enough? Not so, as our desires are so different at times and success is not always a metric that can be measured. 

        A true creator of this mist, but never a believer in the creation of this virtual world that has held us by its charm. He knows not where it all ends and whether the glimmer of hope will ever see its light. We all are, after all, the pawns of a larger picture. And he being just another piece in the huge board, had played for his turn without knowing the reason behind it. For he has just made a move with the flow and still wonders about the answer to the real "Why".