The fast lanes, the busy streets, the occupied minds and the empty hearts.
We live in a generation where the mind craves for materialistic satisfaction whilst the heart longs for the warmth and affection of a place called Home.
The truth however is that the heart will never attain the satisfaction it longs for.
Let me tell you a terribly tiny tale.
A seeker once followed his mind which by then had morphed into an avaricious demon which craved for nothing but materialistic satisfaction which he eventually achieves.
Yet, every single night the same set of questions breaks his heart down into diminutive pieces.
“What ought to be if the friend was there for his friend during the first heart break?”
“What ought to be if the brother was home for Rakhsabandhan that year?”
“What ought to be if the husband helped his wife paint their new house?”
“What ought to be if the father saw his child take it’s first steps?”
“What ought to be if the son was there when his parents were aging?”
“What ought to be?!”
Maybe he will never know.