Siddharth Mar gaya! (Part 1)

Let’s start the story. Once upon a time, there ...oops ooops oooops.. Why I am starting the story with 'once upon a time' as "Once upon a time, there was no once upon a time". Moreover generally children story telling starts with this phrase and this is not a fairy-tale. This is rude, harsh, mirror cracking reflections of our own perceptions. Siddharth is dead, rock-dead as if u r dumped when an iceberg hits your titanic. But why every fairy-tale should have happy ending like "they lived happily ever after". That's why Siddharth story should begin like this only.

Once upon a time there lived a person named Siddharth in the city of allahabad. He had just crossed his teen and unlike the small town boyish image, who just want to be there for no reason other than the life itself, this guy had some dreams in his small eyes, dreams for which he could do anything on earth. And those dreams were not the dreams of wealth but of simple pleasure of life. But somewhere something was wrong. How one is supposed to have such a dream without having power to relish the same. Moreover the guy used to think "our heart has 4 compartments and at least four people can stay there for ever". But he forget the basic theme rather nature of this earth-bound species who always wish to get all that come in the way. If people around you have feelings like" if there is a will, I want my way in there", how can we expect people like Siddharth to succeed.
But Siddharth tried.

Rest in next.
kabira