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“Life takes more than it gives”. So looming with this thought Saurav Sharma was returning home from the work, a monotonous job of an accountant. More and more ledgers getting stalked up and not a ray of hope of finishing them in the near future. So what’s the trouble, “all work and no play”. Any way life was being pushed ahead. Walking through the winding labyrinths of the walled city in the heart of India was this chap who was thinking about his monotonous way of life. After walking for half an hour through the byline Saurav reached a rather weak looking building. The many years of harsh treatment by the sun, wind, rain and the tenants had left the building in shackles. Looking forward for its downfall some day it stood in that lonely lane and it was what he called his home. Apparently a rented one. The owner of the house had moved on to a new location and had given it to the tenants. He lived in the second floor. He climbed the stairs towards his house. A sense of de javo hit him. The first time he had come this big city known as Delhi he had thought that his life taken care of. Back then he had climbed these stairs with energy of a young child. There was glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. He had found himself a house to live in. a job to take care of him. And no worry.
But the 15-year experience showed him that all those hopes were just an illusion. He had a house to lay down a job to take care of himself but this monotonous life was making him weary of living. There was nothing out of routine to enjoy. Something to feast ones eyes on. His house too had that slogged and bored look.
He took a latchkey from his pocket and opened the door. There was nothing in the house to which he was looking forward to. 15 years back he had called it his home. But after all these struggles of lives he had settled to call it a house or a shelter to rest.