He never knew that this day would ever come. Or even he would be entitled to such a luxury. Or even that he would be so blessed to have this opportunity. That boy, that little kid was finally pursuing his dream. It is still a dream to him, but he will get used to it.
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This boy is just an ordinary kid. He was no different. The only thing was that he was poor and more sadly he had no family. He wandered on the streets but never begged a single time. He worked, worked his way to earn a decent meal at the end of the day. And nonetheless he was enriched with knowledge. Not that knowledge that we seek in the books, but rather people. He had traveled places in pursuit of job, a little money to satisfy his little appetite. He studied people. He was a reader he never knew. On one such journey, he saw a mother reading a story to her kid. He was fascinated. He fell in love with the idea, he fell in love with the books. He wanted to read. His priorities changed. He started sacrificing his meal for the books. But then again he was disappointed when he discovered he couldn’t make sense of what was written. He couldn’t read. But that didn’t stop him. He asked people on his journeys the letters. And slowly and gradually he could read. But still he wanted to enrich that little knowledge he gained. He knew he wasn’t perfect, but still he moved forward in his pursuit. He sneaked into the school dress which he once got on some work and went to a school. He jumbled through the classes trying to learn as much as possible before he gets caught, which he did. The Principal of the school was moved by his passion to pursue reading, studying and also more impressed with his insight on the people which he gained along the way reading people. The school in which he stumbled into is a charitable organization and was capable of providing the basic education till he grows. This boy couldn’t believe his luck. He was happier than anyone in the planet. That day this boy dressed in the school dress with a bag full of books entered the holy place of education in pursuit of knowledge. Holy, because he never believed in god till that day but still prayed to him.
Now he enters the church he never had dreamed would ever be able to step into, in pursuit of his quest, the quest for knowledge.
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This post is written for Write Tribe‘s Wednesday Prompt : The Boy.
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Do check my take on the prompt here – http://wp.me/p2Aqoq-i5
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Quite a nice take on the prompt. Narrated beautifully.
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