It's amazing when we think about a specific object in our life which we use everyday yet ignore them but they actually shape our lives. Doors are one such thing that strike numerous feelings as we think of the welcomes and exits we made through them.
The first door that I remember is ofcourse my house where I only stayed inside when I wasn't playing or taking a mini tour of my little world. As I grew up these doors kept changing because we moved to different places but yes, some new doors were getting added as well.
The second door of my life I would say was the door to knowledge, where honestly I was very excited to go unlike most of my childhood friends I didn't cried while getting inside this door, but I came out little disappointed. As, that place has literally closed all the other doors that I was willing to enter except education even that was more forced rather being more focused.
Well the suffering of the previous door didn't last longer when I went to the third door. Which felt like a house infact, more comfortable more merrier, literally a place where you are most disciplined and cultured human being in the world, but only your sapien friend knows how Neanderthal you are.
Now, let's enter the next door, where you go when you get damaged or get sick? Yes, to the fourth door, this one's like a service center for life, where people go to fix themselves. The only door I wish no one needed to enter.
The fifth doors are very interesting and they never disappoint me whenever I enter, they take me on a journey on wheels where my legs can't. As a kid, I always dreamt of a house which always keeps moving and the place behind this door was the reason for such delightful imaginations. I'm missing those wheels a little bit.
But no worries because here's the sixth door amm these ones are little weird they need tickets to enter in a wide very dark room so that you can see your favourite stars clearly. It's just a few times I've been there but it was a pleasure to be there. The only problem they don't allow you to bring your own snack and the ones that are available there are just costly.
Out of all these doors I'm not counting the door to the hearts of the people where from the day I entered I never left. I don't want to count them because, I feel the most good things should never be counted.
Umm, after all of these door here are some honorable mentions: The door to bigger educational chamber, the door to my 3rd picnicspot, the door to my favourite snack shops & the door to my most spiritual place where I go to refresh myself...
Yet there are a lot more which I can't indicate because if I started counting now even then some or atleast one will be left, but yes I want to count just one last, which is inside my house, where when I enter, I forget why did I went there? it troubles my head for sometime but after sometime I forget about it.
To all my friends here, who have made me feel confident and special. Who encouraged me and shared their treasureful lessons with me I'm so glad to have you. Thankyou for being my strength I wish you A very Happy Friendship Day!!!♥️
Many of the children at home would certainly miss going to school. Unable to meet their friends, they can't spend their amazing time together. Many of us feel bad for them. COVID has completely altered how we live and we were exposed to many things we haven't seen before. The COVID-19 crisis is still under way and all of us believe this is going to be over soon.
Wandering around the town, on a hazy morning. Adjacent to an vibrantly hued maple tree, there was an old house, with chapped walls. The shrieking noise of abandoned house, spoke with the reticent rage inside my heart. I went closer, millions of sentiments over poured my mind Witnessed there a huge door, painted with colours of hope, glossed with the shades of happiness A wooden door, ornated with intricate designs It told classic and rich antiquity. Cracks and gaps were howling a story about a different realm The iron hinges, were somehow still gripping door, to maintain its majestic dignity. The rusty joints were creaking, resembling an elder being who had a playful youth but now experiencing a senescent phase. It was not mere a door but path to a world which was enigmatic. The aroma had an exquisite charm, that made my exhausted mind lost in the illusory woods of oak, a bright sunshine, expanded meadows. The bewildering antique door, which was obsolete to world, I found glimpses of distinguished past. Poured my eyes, I left the place only to write about it after ages. Is it still standing there with such glory? Is it mere door and not reality? Does a inscrutable world exist on either side of the door? I am still unaware, I am still perplexed.
I was very honored and excited to take part in this special collaboration to celebrate the 500th post of @anirockz7!! He is truly a gifted writer and I'm glad he's here amongst us, sharing his wonderful literary talent. You can wish him over on the collaboration on his account.
Blessings to you throughout your writing journey Aniruddh, and heartfelt congratulations!! Happy 500th!