There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you, said Maya Angelou. Whether you all like it or not, I am sorry to say that you all bear an untold story deep inside. It is an untold story which you have to unfold inspite of yourselves just the same way you can unlock the locked book below as long as you have the key; it is a book that sums up your life up to now.
No doubt no one dares tell that untold story, and this is the agony we have always implicitly talked about. I too would like to tell it to you, but I very well know that it will simply cause both of us more agony. That is why we desist from telling it until our death when people closest to you will know it. But it will be too late, then. Just meditate for some time and try to think of all the events that have made up the untold story inside you so far.
Take it for granted that you have the untold story in mind now and that you think about it every day. What makes it amazing here is that we have lots of common when it comes to the incidents narrated in the untold story. Being sick and tired of the agony resulting from still bearing the untold story, I have turned to writing. I have yielded to the agony, and now I am about to finish my untold story.
I tell it line by line, incident by incident and complex by complex. Not only closest people to me will read it, but the whole world too will have become acquainted with it by the day of my death. Until then, I deeply advise you to tell your untold story to one another the soonest possible in case you can not set it down on paper.
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