The Destiny..

It was one weird incident that evolved, that day.. He, was on his way to the theater, to witness the screening of a movie scheduled to start thirty minutes from then; two hours from noon..

It was a pleasant day, reason one, being the weather; reason two, being the day, on which sixty one years ago, the nation was rid of the British rule for the supposed good.. The roads were void, with plenty of room to gallop; the sun was up there taking shelter behind the puff of clouds.. Three special colors had taken shape everywhere, forming their outline on vehicles, on attire, and in the hearts of millions..

He though, was trying to decipher the solution to an enigma which he had foreseen en route. And then suddenly, though not unexpectedly, he was stopped on his way by one grotesque figure, clad in strange attire with a mysterious look upon the face.. He knew that he was staring at those eyes, which belonged, to the 'God of Death'..

"The time.. is now.. The life of thy, has an end.. And the end is here.." said the God with a cunning smile upon his face..

"No, it ain't possible.. Housed in my heart, is an ambition, and I believe it is my destiny to fulfill my goal, and achieve my ambition.."

"Son, the world has got ambitions.. The young and the old.. Dog or Man, an ambition exists.. An ambition is like a phoenix.. One ambition is done; the next is reborn.. Its a chain.. If I were to let people to get to their ambitions, none will ever leave this domain, the cosmos will have to suffocate.."

"My destiny is mine to create, and so is my ambition. Nothing can stop me, not even you.." said the lad..

"what is that ambition of yours..?"

"It is 'to live on'.."

Escaped, those words from the heart of the young lad, words fueled by undying desire causing the grotesque God of Death to think.. 'This encounter was quite unprecedented', thought he..

The God of Death too had a destiny, that of to meet the one who would repel the almighty himself away.. making him realize, that he was not the one to decide the destiny of his people.. One had the power to control their own destiny. That which was needed to achieve it was only the 'belief', which was the actual God..

Retreated the God of Death, from the scene.. It was decided. He would never meet this lad again.. The lad, continued his journey.. knowing that nothing could stop him from reaching his destination.. If there was something that could stop him, it was he himself..