Think about a thirsty stuck in the draught of a desert. Imagine a child set aloof from his mother. Wonder about a dove enslaved of her freedom. What is water to the thirsty, mother to the child and freedom to the bird? It is nothing but a dream. Yet, it is so that I dream of what I have never liked for myself but still most craved for it.

I always had an ambition. My life was leading me to it. This was one thing my entity wanted for its accomplishment. But then one day I realized that where I held my dreams, my parents held theirs. They had wanted me to be so different than what I was. My aptitude would not have permitted me to sacrifice my innate talent for the sake of my family. I had to be strong and determined. I had to tell them that I wanted something else in my life. I was still not ale to utter a word. It was not cowardice. It was bravery.

What as my ambition? If I go to the root, it was just to be successful. What is success? Success is not only the name of doing something that you like for yourself. What is success without the support of your family? What is success without the love of your mother? What is success without the pride of your father? The first priority in my life was, and it is still is my family. As long as they are content I am content, and when they are dissatisfied, I am dissatisfied. I could not have crushed the dreams of my parents for myself. I could not have let down those wonderful dreams that were once seen by a couple before the birth of a neonate, the dreams that were moulded in the jar of love with every new step the baby had passed through, the dreams that were longed by the parents with every new lesson that their child learnt.

I had to be brave. I had to get myself ready for something that I was not good at. I had to move out of my dreams and enter a practical world. I was to accomplish what my parents had dreamt for me. And so I changed my path of life. I ran in the darkness and searched light in the pitch dark where I least expected it.

Today I stand here in the dark. I am still in the middle of my tiring journey. I am still running. I am fighting with nature for something I don’t want. I am striving for something but my desire. Yet, it is my destiny.