When you connect to the silence within you, that is when you can make sense of the disturbance going on around you – Stephen Richards
Little John was beginning to get tired of the lonesome life at home. It’s been a journey of sorts so far. Right from the time he saw that bright spark of light at the end of the tunnel that was so blinding. He thought it was the end of the world. But instead it was the beginning of something completely different. John felt someone pulling him by his head as he felt his lungs literally getting squeezed and as he took his first breath, he coughed. Tears welled up and he cried trying to ascertain this transition between life and death.
It was all blurry to begin with. The noises that he heard in his dreams were still not comprehensible, but they were much more louder now and no longer was he dreaming.
It was a nice warm evening as he spent his time tumbling on the green grass in the play area for kids. He felt at most ease there. Lots of open space, plenty of air to breathe in and carelessly tumbling around. He hated returning back to the confines of the four brick walls of what others called home. He knew where he belonged.