ALONE...

A certain incident can change the entire attribute of an individual. The impact of such an cataclysm, is similar to a wound, punctured deep through our flesh to scar our very soul and as we groan with all that pain, we are abandoned to face the world alone. The entire world presumes that we have somehow changed and no more ourselves, but deep down, we know that we are still the same, we are just trying hard not to show our pain, only wishing for that beautiful power of changing ourselves.

Most of us continue to be in an eternal war, with their own-selves, some fight over the decisions they took, few on their minimal efforts taken in the past and then their is a greater lot of people who have got nothing else but guilt in them, they fight for their existence, everyday they confront their conscience. The antagonist of my story belongs to the third lot.

Nothing else soothed him like an idle-stroll on the glee of the breaking dawn! Last night was equally stressful, as many of his nights' lately, his job demanded late night work. He hated his job, he hated everything around him. To find peace, everyday after work, he would go for a stroll to that park, just below his rented apartment. The morning breeze, flavoured with the freshly-bloomed flowers and the flush of the green around, soothed his eyes and relaxed his exhausted mind. He was in his mid-twenties, working for an MNC, far from his native, and alone in one of the big-cities.

He picked up his usual spot, it was a concrete bench by the corner of a moss-scrubbed wall, on one corner there was a grass-field and on the other a small pond. In these many days he had never seen anyone of his age around, mostly aged couples or families with small kids shared the park with him. That day, he was admiring at an assemblage, they were playing on the fine grass of that beautiful urban park, there was a young man, must have been in his early thirties, with his wife and their twin girls. The view brought a smile to his tired face, as he drifted back into the pensive of memories.

"Could you please work-hard, please concentrate, please study, you know I love you and I can't stay without you." His girlfriend used to say. He loved her caring  voice, how beautiful she was, and how concerned she is for him, he had often rejoiced, with that thought"

One of the tiny twins, was trying to swing with her father's hand and the other was trying to climb on his leg, while the man was having an intense conversation with her wife, yet, he was watchful, the kids might hurt themselves.

"You never care, what am i for you? have you even planned for your own future, please grow-up!"
"I would do fine, stop bothering me,and yourself!"
"What about the entrance examinations?"
"Arrrrgh, if not this year maybe next,who cares."
"You do whatever you want to do, could you ever be serious?"
In his mind he always had an answer, for this question, "for you love."

The family was complete, he watched them with a smile on his face, and with pain from his heart.

Then he thought how their conversations on phone would end. Abrupt hung-ups with dead silence. The then adolescent hormones would jolt him with chauvinism, he was certain she cannot leave her ever. He was drowned in pride and ego,on the other hand he loved her silence, her anger and always her laugh.

The group was ready to leave, both of them lifted one of their kids, the lady was too fragile, her husband instantly took the other kid with his free arm, with a smile the lady wrapped her arms around his husband and the complete family started to walk out of the park.

The sight was so beautiful that the young lad was about to get tears, but he shan't cry because men are not supposed to cry, or show their weaknesses, they depict valors' and saviors', this was what he was preached since childhood, he can never show his weakness or tell what he really wanted or how he really felt. He can only release one or two drops of tear in solitude. He took a deep breath, looked at the sky and commanded the universe to keep her happy, he was tired and needed rest.

P.S: The last time he had talked to her girlfriend was past two and half years. She had left him,for his lack of maturity and maybe for his constant failure, pride and ego. When he tried telling her the truth of his life,she was not ready to hear it, she must have felt she would be beguiled again. She left him without a word, to figure out the world alone.

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