The Djinn wanted to run away.. Run away somewhere far, far from his thoughts, far from his feelings, far to freedom! Freedom from the bottle he had corked himself.
It was an involuntary decision to stay in and he had liked the time there. He had learnt a lot about the world watching through the not so transparent glass. But, the niche he had built himself had started to irk him enough that he no longer enjoyed any of it. He wanted to break-free but he just couldn’t.. A few times, the cork did open but he didn’t have the courage to jump out..
And he stayed there, feeling BOTTLED UP!
It was an involuntary decision to stay in and he had liked the time there. He had learnt a lot about the world watching through the not so transparent glass. But, the niche he had built himself had started to irk him enough that he no longer enjoyed any of it. He wanted to break-free but he just couldn’t.. A few times, the cork did open but he didn’t have the courage to jump out..
And he stayed there, feeling BOTTLED UP!
3 comments:
And it takes so many years for the Djinn to admit that he's bottled up? :)
Its the admittance that takes the maximum time.. Isn't it? :)
Right sir.. rolling stones! That's what we are.. Bob Dylan had written that song for us! :)
And I guess you know what I mean by glasses here.. If not, we will discuss it some time! :p
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