The Endless Search

 It was a pitch black night. The street was totally desolate and lonely. The gradual snowfall was pleasing to the eyes. The only glimmer of light was the street light that prevented the street from total darkness. Suddenly, a shadow passed by. It might have been an illusion because it took place in such a short time that if you had blinked, you would have missed it.

 

The shadow was of a person, a person whose past was as dark as his ever following shadow. Where his memory could not illuminate the darkness which had consumed his past. He either did not want to, or wasn’t able to remember his past. Young men of his age would usually look forward to a life of happiness and tranquility but he was different. The way he looked at a small child sitting in the corner showed how ruthless the world had made him.

 

As he stood there, he tried once again to recall his past so that he could justify his present actions. His eyes swimming with the ghost of his past, his untiring effort to put things in order silently described him. All he could remember from his past was a face. The face that he had been searching for 4 years now. He did not know who she was or what connected both of them. All he knew was that his motive was to find that girl who would probably unlock the doors to his past. This was a guy who did not care about the future or what it held for him.

 

He tried once again to focus his thoughts. He was hurtling through places in his head he had never been to before. When the whole world was asleep, he was looking for someone. Someone whom he did not know, someone whose existence was doubted, someone who could turn out to be his biggest enemy! Though he knew all this, yet he kept going on for the solitary reason of learning about his past, learning about his own identity!

 

Would his search ever end?

 

Would he ever find her?

 

He did not have any answer to these questions. All he knew was that he had to carry on…