It was getting late at night. He was lying on his bed and reading something. Though it had been half an hour, he hadn’t gone through even four pages. And now if you had called him then and asked abt the book he was reading, he definitely would have looked at the cover of the book to tell you that. About an hour ago he had seen a TV show based on the life of a legend, a truly great achiever. And the show had kinda made him glance through his own life, his long forgotten dreams, unfullfilled wishes, his everything that was worth remembering.As the memories, impressions, dreams et al. were coming to his mind few desires were getting born, while a few still alive but buried deep down thr were also coming to life. Soon the desires were struggling against one another, or may be for something else which they were quite not sure abt, but were ceaselessly trying to engulf his mind. His mind wandered from one desire to another. Few desires were now at the centrestage, in total dominance of whatever he thought, whatever he was trying to plan. Now it was all becoming a dream, he was fantasizing. Time was flowing like a cool breeze so was he.
Suddenly his eyes started getting strained, the calmness of the moment was gone. His eyes were focused he the three lines that he had been reading from the long neglected book, for the past one minute.
” We desire infinity and we cannot imagine it. How can we expect it to be granted?”