The Souls Of the Black Fox..

The path of Jagdish's life was upended by the major incident which he would still call it an accident ,that took away his cherubic smile ,  and something which he doesn't want to forget until the behemoth in his terms gets the treatment he deserves..

Sipping his coffee ,on a rainy day on a midsummer evening , confused having his eyes set on the thundering sky , he felt a need to question the nature as to why did "be good , do good " had to sound so clichéd.

Wrapped in his winter clothes on a summer night , gazing at the clouds covering the  beauty of the stars in the black sky , the effect of scotch had worked its way to retrench the loathe and to suffuse the philosophical questions on life and he had a sudden catatonic . "If the clouds would one day move away when it is not raining to show the beauty of the stars, what should move away to show the inner beauty of humans and remove the reigns of cunningness of the human heart.

He's hurt , he's Dead inside , why is it so heavy for his heart to carry ? Too many unanswerable questions ,"Should I give it back , should there be a revenge beyond obliteration", The search for the answers has hit the wall and proved that compartmentalization in life - is a joke . Was Following the Passion necessarily had to be so costly ? and Did being ahead of the competition mean eliminating the competitors ? and with Jagdish , was it only him who got eliminated . ? NO.

The thorns of the venomous mind has pricked him hard in his heart,

It has got no option but to bleed and explode ,

in pain and in agony !

The drops of the poisonous thoughts has touched his souls,

It has got no option but to weep in rage !

The glass walls of belief has been cracked

and he is still trying it hard to not let the water of love seep through it

but he again fails. !!!!

The theory says it's always had to untangle reality from dreams as everyone wishes for a  perfect life for their own , but it's always the other way , dreams become perfect , and it's the reality that hits us hard. In situations such as these , it will always be hard to clap the fins or perform a seal , or be groveling up to the tunes of the boss, the inner true self comes out , and it's not only for Jagdish as a character of the plot but for anyone who faces the true (sadly) self of another cunning human.

This should strike off a debate - Who is more cunning , a greedy human or a fox , The purity of the heart is lost in the race to be on top of nowhere.

While purity often gets related to white, and when we try to explain something which is very comprehensive - it's either black or white , no grey areas , The souls of those black fox who wants to be ahead of the competition by negating the competitors will one day be obliterated and that will be beyond just loathe and be considered flotsam, and the perfectionists will start to glint their way to glory .

As far Jagdish is concerned , he started his work to silence what happened and that brought up the cherubic face and the multitude that started following him was swaggering..

A part of his emotional attachment was eliminated, while his confidence wasn't shattered, he got up yet again to go on for what his heart wanted while the black foxes were only trying to catch up with the shadows of the man they once tried to eliminate.

The souls of the black fox will only stay grounded and it can never jump high to catch the grape.