A Prayer !

Sometimes , I wonder there is a torpedo of  stories going around me. It passes by me and tries to catch me too in this whirl , to make me a part of one of its stories , but then it misses somehow .

It  every then , offers me its hand but I don’t hold it . .ever ! It dances around me , trying to entice me and call me in , but I dread its whirl and so I believe I would never give in. I think I’d be lost that way . Yes , I wish to see the insides of that torpedo, of those stories ,  but I’m scared ! I scare the part that I will be thereafter a part of another torpedo , a world of entangled stories. The stories fascinate , but there too comes a point when they muddle me up. Still , I hope that someday they will unfold themselves to me as they are- easy peasy. Or may be I’ll learn to understand them just like that ! The day I will... I will tell you how !