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"Just imagine smashing the window panes of the car one by one...How nice it will feel to hear the sound of the glasses crashing and getting scattered here and there! You'll say she's gone mad...but that's a temptation I have been nourishing from my childhood." I saw her eyes flashing with imagination while speaking out. "I know that's something I'll never do. But I can't stop myself from being delighted, imagining following the temptation," she smiled.

Yes, this or that, perhaps we all are nourishing some of the wild temptations. Just like the wooden fences that tempt me. Every time I find myself surrounded by wooden fences, no matter what ever the height, I get the urge to jump over it, rather than getting out thorough the designated gate.

The cricket ground was surrounded by houses with wooden fencing. Every time some out went for a full flanged over boundary, the ball used to land inside one of those boundaries. Hundreds of time, I resisted myself from jumping inside the boundaries to get the ball out.

But once, I decided not to deny myself the pleasure of following the heart. So after throwing the ball back to the field, I took some steps back calculating in mind the momentum I’ll have to generate in order to jump over a 3 ½ ft fence. Jimu knew what going was in my mind. When I was speeding towards the fence, I heard him screaming, "Come on, you will do will do it."

In a moment there I was, crossing the fence some ½ ft above its height. My heart leapt with joy, seeing the pointed top of the fence far bellow for the flash of a second.

I successfully landed on the road, but failed to keep myself away from the pebbles that I ignored while doing all the strategic calculations. Perhaps I was too focused in my attempt to ignore the fact that Mama was just passing. She watched with wide open eyes my entire dare devil. And I landed almost in front of Mama, hurting the left foot.

Though furious, she took charge of the moment and took me back home with a little help from others. My cuts were treated and I spent the rest of the evening resting, and awfully waiting for the meeting we were going to have at dinner. Finally the moment came. Papa made the dreaded but not unexpected proclamation. "This day onwards you will not go out to cricket field in the evening." There was no way to undo what ever happened.

However after staying away from the cricket field for four days I succeeded in pursuing Papa repeal the ban that was imposed on me. Condition applied, there would be no more attempt to foster temptations. Hundreds of times there after, I have resisted the temptation to repeat that feat again. Now concrete walls have replaced those fences...and the temptations!

Yes there's a new one…to toss myself, up in the air, without bothering about the 'head' or the 'tail'. I need a reason, a reason to believe, a reason to...


dwaipayan said…
wow....... new post and that too on today!!!
as usual, a nice one... btw, is ur latest temptation kind of suicidal thought??

whatever... keep posting.. even if , once in 3 months
Mindinside said…
and welcome back

this is a nice meaningful story

mind is jammed up with so many temptations ..dono wot to do with them.
you could atleast jump over the fence once 2 feel the satisfaction
Othersideblue said…
I wonder what happens if one allows the temptation reign and take hold.

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