In this land of make-believe, I was roaming east and west only to find that people are no more than hypocrites. The more I made opinions, the more I fell—lost, injured, and crippled. I sometimes forget I am part of this community and I am no less in terms of hypocrisy. Maybe, that’s the way our creator made us. Or is that some genetic mistake? What so ever, this never-ending story of insincerity is actually never going to end.
In every second of my life, frustration kept building up in my mind. I tried so hard to control my stupid thoughts. They didn’t oblige. I looked around and found no one. My shadow refused to give shade to me. I turned to God only to find that he enjoys me being frustrated—like a little boy dropping an ant on a bucket full of water. Then, one fine day, I started creating a person inside me who understands me— the only person who understands me. How do I know him? Well, my tears introduced him to me, or rather me to him. We grew all along hand in hand. He taught me how to hate, love, and love hate. No other people stayed in my life as long as he did. Gradually, I started believing him more than anybody else. I needed no other company.
Years passed. I am 27 now. Now, I long for solitude as much as I wished for a company before. The man whom I travelled with all these years, the man who was my best friend, is taking me to the grave. It was too late when I recognized that I had been travelling with him all these years to the destination called ‘shame’. My present has become the parody of my past. At one point, when I saw my destination, I decided to return. I no longer trusted my friend. He grasped my hand and pleaded to stay with him. I smiled. Tears rolled down my cheeks. He knew he had to leave me. Our eyes met and I turned back and started walking. It was a silent farewell. We knew we won’t meet up any time in the future. I was leaking my memories all the way on my forlorn journey—a journey towards my destiny.
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