Veer was standing at the banks of Ganges, where he used to go ritually, mostly during the evening to watch the sunset and feel the cool breeze over his face.
He found this very soothing and he could get his minds off of the daily ritual of lectures and other responsibilities.
Today was neither Saturday or Sunday and sun was shining just above, but still he was there, standing under the shade of a huge banyan tree, skipping rocks over the surface of water.
Veer was an undergraduate student at a prestigious college in India and was in his seventh semester. Placement tests were about to start within a month or two.
He surely was not worried about his placements, he had worked hard for it and was confident that he will get a decent job. But he seemed off, as if he is not able to figure something out.
Again, Veer was a kind of person who was mostly clear headed, but one thing had bothered him for so long.
He throws a rock in the water, stands still for about a minute and then sits beneath the tree.
There is a thing Veer has always wanted to do. He planned to work on it when his colleges were over. There is a reason for this plan of his.
He believed, however his college degree was going to be insignificant for him in the future,
it's always a good choice to have a formal education given that you are privileged enough to afford it. For him, studying was one of the easiest thing one could do.
There's always someone to guide you through, for him, it was his elder brother. There are gazillions of resources and you can get them by a click.
He was lost in thoughts, again doing the same thing he had done for years. He imagined himself going on the stage waving at thousands and thanking them for all the love they had showered.
He wanted to talk about it, every minute details of it. How it took him so much effort to decide what to do, the struggle after it.
Yes, he thought that he would have to struggle for it, force his way in, there was no other way.
He was a believer in karma, that everything you do, every effort you put, it pays off one way or another.
He also imagined himself revisiting the moments that were hardest for him or the ones that were the happiest and easy for him,specially those that taught him so much,
about himself and his inherent nature, about life, about people. There were lots of them, he didn't have regrets. One thing he was sure of, he would be excellent at whatever job he would do.
One very interesting fact about him, or rather say Veer was very much fascinated about it.
He was obsessed with symmetry, in everything, from choosing even numbers everytime to setting his desk and making his bed.
Another thing, he loved books, he believed, words have power to change ones life and he himself had witnessed it few times.
At the beginning, he started reading as he had no other way to entertain other than sports, which obviously he couldn't do all day. There were no TV, and no mobile phones.
He always looked upto his elder brother, who taught him so much. His brother was only just two years olderr than him, but he was brilliant.
To Veer, that man could achieve anything in life and so could he himself. He just gotta follow him, learn from him. He used to see his brother read books of different type and different authors.
He was able to continue this habit because of him.
This habit of reading made him believe, slowly, over a decade, that stories have no bounds, they can move boundaries and that's why he wanted to tell stories in the best way he could.
Stories that were real, inspiring, and still so moving and colourful. He found stories everywhere, he wanted to learn a way to convey it the best.
Oh, about symmetry, he believed, at the end every thing align perfect, only one has to do the work and keep working.
Veer had a diary, where he wrote his thoughts, stories, even some poems. It was not like he didn't do anything for his dream. He just didn't know how he could perfect his skill.
He wanted to perfect that and he knew that it will require his undivided attention.
On the other hand he also believed, earning money was important, he had to fulfill his small dreams that now he could. This was his dilemma and he wanted a way out.
As he was lost in thoughts, he lost track of time. He was supposed to study for his placements.
He looks at his watch, picks up a stone and throws it as high as he could, tracks its trajectory and in that moment he had decided what he was going to do. He walks back to his hostel room.