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Into An Inn; An Unknown Inn

His detachment to life started from the very act of detaching the umbilical cord from his body. In fact, it’s a realization that detachment was his attachment.

He called himself an eccentric waif.

Image Blood relations couldn’t relate anything to his heart, pompous relations and its so called unconditional-ity didn’t share him a soul with, society N its codes failed to decode his mind and religion & its fool’s paradise could never stop him.  

 With an unsettled mind he journeyed like a nomad. It seems he was part of a never ending agitation against life. A gentle wind, an enthralling scene, an enchanting season…nothing touched him, for indifferent was his heart and restless was his mind.  

Meanwhile, in a night, he was unexpectedly struck by a dark fantasy which forced him to stop by an unknown roadside inn. I would say, divinely was that moment when for the first time he felt cozy and welcoming with a stellar care by an unknown inn.  For, it hosted him with an indifferent heart.

Journeying further, an abrupt revelation shattered his mind, “why not even a single traveler feels attached to an inn in between their long journey?” whereas he felt it for the very first time. Everyone approached it showing a loving heart and went out showing an indifferent heart. But, it kept an unflinching “indifferent heart” without any complaint ever.

 For the first time, he felt melancholy and therefore walked back…  Headed to… 


About Britton

It's a chattering of an eccentric who often can't control his vagrant thoughts while he is wandering around in search of the unknown. Well, it seems like, this world is an asylum N it invites each N everyone to have a stroll through this asylum. Further, for me it's a madylum :) Humiliating mockeries all around, crushing anguish within, boring day-to-day chores.... oh! He has to wade through all these. :-( N the weary traveler should plod on. No matter what.

32 responses to “Into An Inn; An Unknown Inn

  1. soumyav

    thoughtful and introspective!

  2. Intricate ! ! … 🙂 I read and reread and reared … Each time I wanted to pour out an answer I was pulled into reading it again . Really awesome Britton ! ❤

  3. ciao! just keep (ad)dressing your heart.

  4. Britton


    Thanks for stopping by 🙂 Creative indeed! Just one word u made me to reach ur blog. Did well justify your name.

    “keep (ad)dressing your heart” ❤ Will do. Thanks a bunch 🙂

  5. Danm
    Even I want to head back to the inn…
    Feeling a place in my heart for the indifferent
    Ready to make them feel cozy and at home with indifference…so tenderly bestowed…
    No really
    Some recopies can be to sweet
    This character balances the worlds gushers or something
    I’ll take another serving of this indifferently
    Then turn around far away….

    • Britton

      Thanks for the comment 🙂

      It sounds like “change” N “shift” are indeed impossible in the course of time. 😦

    • Britton

      Socrates was once asked, ‘What’s the cure for love-at-first-sight?’ The philosopher replied, ‘Take a second look. 😉

      Just kidding. I think, it’s all simply the parts of our life. And, in the case of Waywardspirit, it can be little rebellious against life as like the very word points out 🙂

  6. Pat Cegan

    The ultimate rejection…indifference.

    Why does someone who writes an inspirational blog feel drawn to your writing? Perhaps the long years of feeling as you do and finally understanding the absolute marvel of life.

    “The opposite of love is not hate, but rather indifference.” Indifference…an idea worth pondering some more. You may be my muse on this one. Here is a chocolate kiss for you. hugs, pat

    • Britton

      OMG!! Chocolate kiss ❤ Wonder hw it'll be. Anyhw, nw i can happily go to sleep 🙂 Much thanks Pat 🙂

      As like u told, indifference is the ultimate rejection.
      Sadly, somehow, I observe no one in this world indeed lives a happy life or a sad life. Instead, a status in between these 2, maybe let's figure it out as indifference; machine like life without any specific feeling in it. 😦

      • Pat Cegan

        Ok, you get two chocolate kisses. Here is a thought you just inspired, “Vending machine life–like coffee bitter in a paper cup.” sigh, I may fall in love you…lol, hugs, pat The Old Optimist and Young Pessimist

    • Britton

      This time I return u a chocolate kiss *) I love that concept 🙂
      ….Coffee bitter in a paper cup 🙂 cool. Hope u would add little sugar into it 🙂

      By the way, dear old optimist better exile ur young pessimist friend 😉

  7. fantastic piece.
    sounds like he was born with a nomad heart.

  8. Pat Cegan

    Exile my pessimist friend? Never….duality teaches much. Besides nobody else exchanges chocolate kisses and orangutan hugs with me. Are we going to write love notes or poems? Gotta get back to work and post that poem you inspired. hugs, pat

    • Britton

      ha ha. So, I am the lucky one 😀 Well, sometimes, duality also can teach us abt amalgamation 😉 right?

      Alright, I am waiting for that poem 🙂 I’ll be much honoured to read it 🙂

  9. Pat Cegan

    Finally it posted. I actually have another about indifference that I will post in a few days. Good topic. You can be my muse any time. hugs, pat

  10. Thanks for visiting my blog… You have a great blog in here… Lots of stuff! Keep it going! 🙂

  11. Where did he head to? So intriguing and mysterious, I would like to hear more about this character. I also love the picture you have posted there because it got me wondering whether the protagonist was a physical being at all or just a feeling, passing, unwanted like hate is or bitterness. Or maybe, was he death dwelling on this earth? Imagine if you had to be death for one day… I almost feel like writing a story myself now!
    I love pieces like this, they make your mind wonder and consider things you wouldn’t otherwise. And isn’t that just the best kind of art?
    Thanks for visiting my blog too! I like yours a lot, it’s overflowing with different things! Really… branchful (is that even a word?)

    • Britton

      So glad to be a catalyst for another story. Please write it, would like to read that 🙂

      Besides, perhaps, you can take this story as introspective. A vagrant spirit of an unaccomplished life will be the perfect explanation for this than a physical being. One step further, didn’t you ever feel like abt this world as so numb towards everything?? Everyone pretends like they really care for the other, sheer non sense will be that. We share N accept mostly conditioned concepts, conditioned love, conditioned mindsets…
      😦 I am in search of an absolute concept. Me, the traveler is weary N baffled though. 😦

      While travelling, I had to get into a bus shelter from a heavy rain. Indeed, that was the plot which propelled me to write this.

      Thanks a million for your words 🙂

  12. Oo I love this, really interesting! Have you ever thought that to find something pure and absolute, one must first trust it exists? If you doubt helping and unconditional love and if indeed we only acquire mindsets by conditioning then how could such an absolute concept exist? To say there is nothing outside conditioned ideas is to say there is nothing original,deep and pure at all, isn’t it? I agree there’s lots of bad things in this world, lots of uncaring thoughts but if there were only those I think the world would have ended a long time ago. There is good aldo, otherwise this world wouldn’t be in balance. But to see it, you have to trust it exists even when it’s out of sight….

    • Britton

      You are absolutely right 🙂 I do agree with you. And, I also believe N trust in such absolute concept (be it love, God, or anything) or else, I wouldn’t have started my search for it. Perhaps, it might be within or out, I am not sure. What I am sure is that I am in a journey in search of a true N pure ONE. Traveler stumbles at many places, fails in many things, and weary at most of the time. But, he’ll journey on. No matter what.

      Besides, I realise that it’s so easy to study N debate on all the absolute concepts at my philosophical classes. But, really tough to give them life breath 🙂 However, have to keep on trying 🙂 After all the embers of hope never dies hmm?? 😉

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