Its Time! Wake Up!!

MONSOON FURY: UTTARAKHAND FLOOD KILLS OVER 1000.SURVIVORS WERE CHEATED,LOOTED!

UGLY POLITICS OVER TRAGEDY

RETIRED ARMY DOCTOR BUTCHERS HIS WIFE INTO 300 PIECES

MUMBAI: 2nd BUILDING COLLAPSES

MBBS STUDENT GANG RAPED



THEN:

It has been sleeping for a long time. The hard rocks became its bed. The dark cave became its abode for a time longer than we can imagine. The walls of that forbidden dark cave echoed with the sounds of its snore. Its body breathed in and out in a systematic way; having a peaceful sleep.It was as if the whole happening world  could never reach it unless it tries to get out of the cave. Its a cul de sac. There could be no one who might rescue it from hibernation unless it would want to. But,alas, it never wants to get out of the cave, never did wake up.

NOW:

The noises from outside the cave occasionally disturbed it. But it never cared and tossed and turned, thinking its just a dream and enjoyed sleeping.

Lately it noticed from the depth of sleep that the noises were growing irksome. It wanted to make them stop. Maybe it wanted to growl at the infinite space from where the noises came, just so that the organism which was disturbing it might get dreaded or maybe it was finally intrigued to know what was happening outside its cave.Nonetheless, it suddenly woke up; as if it had a bad dream and desperately wanted to get back to reality from its dream world. 

Reality dawned upon it. It realized that it has been years under hibernation and wondered what triggered it into doing such a nonsensical act.

It hurried towards the mouth of the cave to understand where the noises came from. Those noises were painful to hear as it neared the opening to the outside world.And then the moment happened. Devastated at how the outer world turned out into, it hurried out.

The overwhelming feeling of melancholy and lugubriousness hit it right at the stomach. It choked, tried to get out of the hostile environment and wanted to survive. Its survival instincts pointed its thoughts towards its abode in the cave and inferred that was the safest place and yearned to return to its comfort zone. Now, there's just this thought of getting back to its cave lingered in its head. It ran as fast as it can, the noises didn't really matter now. But with each step taken ahead, the passage to its cave started to diminish. It ran even harder, with the duress on its survival. It finally reached the cave!


It panted and was horrified what was out there.And never imagined of going out again. But the feeling of defeat made it more vulnerable than the hostility. It didn't want to accept the defeat.And neither could it possibly put up another battle out there. It needed time. It needs to be healed. 

And thus, it went to sleep again; for it would wake up again and make an attempt to win the battle!

P.S.:
Here, 'it' is the conscience of the nation.