One fine day, the tides turned……..
He looked in despair at the rising tides. His island of desire was so near now and yet as if in complete mockery to all his hard work, determinations he could see his ship being harassed by the waves. He thought of anchoring, only to remember that his anchor lay right back under the blanket of that serene part of the sea. He accustomed to the calm sea, never really comprehended his next move. His earlier precariously balanced ship gave way under the diabolic winds. His every pawn suddenly turned to snitches, playing under his opponents tunes, opened every avenue that threatened his own principal pieces, and marauded his own camp. His ship under no fortification seemed to fall like a pack of cards. He had never thought he would witness this side of the coin, this anger of the sea, this change of luck, this change of fortunes. He never had felt that this could ever happen to him and he had no vision of defending himself from this mayhem. Along his journey, he always saw what lay ahead but never what lay above, never what lay behind, never saw how he left somebody under the condition he was in and never saw how those people managed to swim out of that. His success journey had formed a stepping stone for his defeat. His smooth journey was only a delusion, an indication of all the things that can go wrong, a time given to prepare him for the journey ahead. But he refused to hear the sounds of silence that spoke volumes of the deafening times ahead. He realized now, how his life had been a quicksand journey. It was all smooth in the beginning, his first caution. And then even before he realized, he had fallen victim under that mirage of success. Now he could only watch his fall, his dip under the sand. He tried to grab a few twigs, all failing to carry the weight of his “greatness”. He tried to save too much, but never realized that was what hindered in his rescue. He ultimately resigned under the situation, his rusted ship, and all his pawns gone defunct, he knew he was too late; he sunk ultimately, his diadem still smugly stuck in his head was the last to go under the sand.