I, Me and Myself

A small boy was crying at the lobby of his home looking desperately at the wide open door for his father’s advent. He had asked his father to bring a car for him. he was so innocent that he knew crying as a some weapon to get all his desires. Finally his weapon worked out and his father bought a car for him. Now the little Einstein who feels himself to be creative rips it into shreds trying to make something out of it that even he doesn’t know. It wasn’t his first trial, the half of the dust bin nearby his domicile is filled with his futile project crap, but he never clogged his research. If this was a scientist in him, there was another innocent boy who grew up without knowing or feeling what parents love is?.

Now the innocent, unsuccessful little Einstein is grown up, now he knows what crying is and he feels that for every second. He spent most of his life thinking, walking alone in the streets feeling that he is alone in this world. May be this is the reason that made him sensitive and sentimental and a bit selfish in some aspect. He always asks himself was selfishness a very bad habit and also could there be anyone in this world who is not selfish????????

He knew that the answer would be “NO” and feels that he is not a drop of oil in a bowl of water. He never likes to be alone as no one likes. He always tries to follow what Helen kellar says….

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens;

But often we look so long at the closed door that;

We do not see the one which has opened for us.”

He never knew that until his eyes are closed with a felling that he is alone he will never find the door that leads to happiness………..

P.S: Real Story of a boy who is away from his parents from his childhood.