PUT OUT THE FIRE

It is 2:40 am in the night.I am walking on the Ludlow street and everything is silent. Darkness is resting upon the deserted roads.I stop walking and wait for the signal to turn to red from green, even though all street is deserted and i could have not cared about traffic rules, but after all it is USA and at this time of the night, I should be more careful.

Inside the paths of my mind , I feel lost and my soul is incomplete. My heart is on a fire insatiable and incomprehensible, burning away for unknown reasons.

Suddenly i hear a shrill sound and a fire engine flashes by in a hurry. I am careful to remain on the other side of the path.
The slender body of the engine goes away with glowing brilliant red and orange lights on it.I am still on the other side of the road, my feet frozen at the spot

A thought flashes in my mind. Somewhere, the firefighters shall be able to douse the fire where it occured, and rescue the people from the catastrophe.
But it is such a pity that the same fire engine cannot douse the flames rising in my heart and charring it away. I thus stand in wonderment.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Sometimes, it is so strange, that you have the solution-engine passing you by, when there is fire of questions and doubts in your mind, but sometimes, the solutions which work for one situation may not work for the other. Clearly, the fire in this heart cannot be extinguished by the enormous water tank of this big fire engine, but perhaps by something else.

Just then, I sat down on a bench close to the path and there was an endless flow of water, saline though. I realized i was crying endlessly to my hearts' desire. In some time, i felt mellowing of the fire in my heart as my eyes' engines emptied themselves in full fervor.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Many a times, the solution to a problem lies inside us. Just that we need to see it through egoless eyes.