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"This is only the start of life!" . A by passer, an old man , said to her laughingly. He pitied the young lady sitting on station bench crying inconsolably. She looked a naive,  vulnerable and unaware of the world.
This was her unlucky day. Not that she was crossed by a black cat that day but she was wearing the color. Black kurta, black pyjama and black purse. All her favorite for this was her color. Dark.
Crying in front of strangers was embarrassing but being angry for what she has lost was unreasonable, she thought. She could have saved her purse from being snatched just outside a local train station. The purse contained her identity, her base on which she has come to a new city, the money her parents saved for her.

Freedom and ethics

       Both of them are part of a same family. Related. But never went along too well.
Freedom is the younger sibling. The one like a young aspirant climber camping with Hope and Energy. Travelling together on the unrestricted path they some time had to pass by the herd of Rules. Freedom and his accompanies were never fond of them. Though travelling with them made their path look straighter, they took up lot of space. Made their path narrower. They were never habited to being in crammed spaces. It made them feel out of breath.
Ethics was also fond of travelling but he travelled for the knowledge rather than for solitude like his younger family member. He had spent quite a long period of his youth with the herd of Rules. Their values were infiltrated in him. He is more mature thus more evolved, he thought. For he had knowledge of better decisions anyone has to face in life. He had  formulae for way of life equations, some written, some memorized. He had learn it through decades and centuries of experience. Old is gold and never outdated.
While Ethics had the way of living, Freedom had the spirit of living. Ethics way of caring for younger ones was by teaching them all. But he didn't know Freedom was bothered by his old man's smothering.
He distanced himself and sang all the way 'I am the rebellion'. His music was after all the part of Nature, the family to which both Ethics and Freedom belonged. They never tried understanding each other still sleeps in the same hut, The Mind.

This First

    Don't know for how long will i be a newbie, started blogging just now. Why did I choose this day among all days? Well no special reason. I have read, to be a good writer, you have to read and then write ...and then read and then write...
   So now you know that this is my very first blog of life. I cant help but feel the same feeling I have on the first day of a new hair-cut. You  have doubts, jitters. questions in mind, does it really suit me? will anyone even notice? will anyone who notice appreciate it?.. yeah they did appreciate..they could be lying! i am sure they are making fun of me behind! Its gonna take a more long time to grow back again to same. Its probable you are gonna give in to that doubts. What happens when you start blaming yourself? Theres no getting away..
   All you have to do to get away form the 'no getting away' is, look in the mirror and say to yourself, 'My this new hair-cut is no bad. Actually I like it and I am gonna go head high under this 'I-like-it' hairs'. Then the first day with new hair cut would be no hard.