The Magician on the lion
I was blinded not by the world, but by my own failure to take a pause and look inside. It was time to call her, how unfortunate that a mother had to be called, when she was the truest and purest being, whose feet should have been engraved in the chest of the devotee, the son. Yet it was important to call her, for a lost child will run to whom but his mother. In search of truth, in search of light, in search of hope. As the budding surgeon looked outside the window of the hospital while having his meal all alone, he saw a thousand drops of rains. In some he saw crushed values and moral systems, in some he saw his deteriorating mental health, abuses, unfairness of colleagues, failed relationships, a family where he wasn't able to do much despite trying his best. He saw some drops inside his eyes too, drops which he never let come outside. After finishing his meal he begun his work in the ward and casualty. In the chaos of his surroundings, he had ignored to look into the eyes of the
