
It is dark, it has always been dark. But it is not this darkness that bother’s him; no, it has never been the darkness. It is the surface, which strangle’s him…. for space…. for freedom. On this surface he once sat, stood, jumped and no matter what he did, it never seemed to run out. But gradually over time, he felt that a shell was encroaching upon him; encapsulating him within. Nevertheless, the truth could not have been more different.
In reality this shell has always existed, it is only now he senses the presence; when he has grown into the space only to collide against the walls of the shell that contained him. These walls covered him from every side, and now he has grown into every angstrom of the space provided within. But the walls were only doing what they know how to do, protect him. And they knew only one way of doing it, don’t let anything inside.
When he was conceived, he was infinitesimally smaller than what he is now. It seemed improbable that one day, he will grow into this space. And yet the conceiver’s hoped for that day, and I knew that it would come. And now, when the moment has arrived, the purpose of this shell is fulfilled. They have done what they were meant to do with all the sincerity and must now give way to life. He must now break them, in order to fulfill his destiny, to live. And it is now that he will learn his first lesson in life.
When the time comes, we know what we are supposed to do, but do we do it? The only person standing in his way is that person himself. The time has come, when he has to break this shell. It has gotten extremely uncomfortable now; now when there is no space. I tell him, go on, this is what you are destined for; and he listens to me for the first time. He summons all his energy, and pushes with all what he has got. Nothing much happens, but he keeps trying when finally a crack appears; for the first time in his life light appears in front of him. But he cannot see it, for his eyes are closed. He can only feel it. Now, encouraged he pushes harder when he comes out of the shell. And it is now that Funnu is born….
P.S. :Original photo by Kamal Kishore Rana, published here by his permission (Click to see the original image)









4 Comments
A deeply remarkable creativeness penned down…
thanks yaar.
The first 2 paras were very abstract and kept me guessing what this post was abt.. I initially thought it was abt a man, and how he was trying to break the chains that was binding him, and emerge free. and ppl project their own image when reading those paragraphs. after that the message got clear. Very well written.
Except that birds dont kick, they peck with their beak to break the shell.
Great piece,
just be careful to connect the links that you are creating…..
Keep the good work up…!!!