LakshyaJournal

Lost in nostalgia, Lakshya was remembering the time when he was nothing but confused. Confused of what he is doing with his life, where he is and confused of where he belongs. Confused about what has been done and what he should do further.  Days spent in misery, and the nights were sleepless. Couldn’t he decide how and where he should start to look for the answers of his questions. Questions that one can never skip in the examination of life. Questions that become the ultimate reason of motivation or avolition for young adults. Questions that would determine one’s future. Sipping a cup of tea on a quiet yet calm evening, legs resting on the railings of his balcony, Lakshya was sitting on an armchair seeing the sun going down and becoming little to dark orange in a matter of minutes. While searching for his new sneakers before hitting the road for an evening walk, he saw an old and rusty box of colours. Now all he could think, on his way to the elevator, is the last ti...

It was the first Friday noon after entering April this year. The weather was beautiful as spring season had just begun. The sun at noon was as warm as the mild cold wind was cold. The squirrels were dancing all around while the birds were chirping on the trees. Despite the urge, nobody could go out and enjoy the afternoon. Whereas somewhere in the house, Lakshya was quite comfortable on his couch. “Cheating is good'', exclaimed Lakshya. “Let me repeat myself, cheating is good. As far as you define ‘cheating’ properly”, he elaborated. Sitting on the couch in sweatpants and formal tie & shirt. A tub of chips in his right, and a couple of empty soft drink cans on his other side was enjoying his company. Lakshya was half well dressed with a laptop in his lap. As weird as it sounds, it was one of the Quarantine days due to the deadly and contagious virus COVID-19 which was spread worldwide. Similar to all the teachers and professors in India, Lakshya was giving o...