He:- Creatures like us… we don’t have another option. We can either be Great or miserable for someone… and here I’m desperately trying to balance both as it falls back.
She:- Hmmm… so what would you choose? Be the one or blend like the rest?
He:- I don’t know… what do you think?
She:- I think about how you feel… how do you feel?
He:- I feel… I feel hollow. I feel like a crack on a glass window, that is how people picture me coming. I feel… I feel like I can do a lot many things but I can’t… coz I don’t want to. I’m capable to do so but I don’t want to. Why do I not want to? There’s something which stops me… something which doesn’t allow me to stay happy. Why, why can’t I be like others… stable, calm like an evening sea. Why there is so much inside… a storm always on a hunt… why??
She:- Because that’s not what you are. You’re the force… which pushes the world with his energy. You’re a storm, destined to bring peace, later…. you shall not feel bad about what you are, you’re what you are, your aim is what it is!
He :- I feel lonely, you understand? I don’t want this, I never asked for this-”
She :- and yet you became that. Our thoughts shapes our actions and actions shapes our personality… are you sure you never wanted this?
He :- I… I just never thought I would feel this… it feels so… so..
She :- Real?
He :- Yes…
She :- Lol, so Alice, waiting for your wonderland or something?
He :- Shut up you! I didn’t came to you so you can mock me too. You’re the only one who can understand me well, always been. Help me dear…
She :- Uhh, spare me from this lifeguru trouble, at least now?
He :- Nope! Tell me what to do?
She :- Kill yourself!
After some time…
He stared at her photo on the wall as he dragged the knife over his neck. A longing smile on his face was there and eyes watered with regret.
Been years she died,
still gave the best advice.