why it pains

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
a short story of something in this life

Submitted: September 14, 2012

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a girl counting her bangles on her hand without any logic, thinking of the person once had loved to that extent to step on the railway track for train waiting the station 10 seconds away. draped in a golden bordered saree looking into the crowd looking for open space as all the eyes meet hers looking down upon her on the wedding stand. she is breathing heavily at the same not showing that she does not want to marry this person. On the other hand the boy has come home after several years as his mother has allowed him to enter the house. and he sitting and relaxing in front of the TV watching a daily soap and enjoying his porched eggs with bread loaded with butter. and casually his mother conveys the message that her sister's husband's sister's daughter is getting married.. and she didn't go as he had come to meet her at the house. i don't know is it a freak of nature or just a mere coincidence. as the couple had stayed 7 years apart not even realizing the might have been staying not more than a few kilometers apart in the same state and longed to be in each other arms...but some sparkling eyes with some tears trickle down her face and everyone thinks its just because of the feeling that sooner she would be leaving her parents  n inside she just hopes somehow the person she wants comes through and picks her up and walks away without a say....but that would be another wild fantasy...he writes this as he hears to a very fusion version om namah shivaye...continuously repenting for things he has done his life and somehow could undo them...but knows the hard fact there is not turning back....as life does not work that way..months away from being married he does not know what is the meaning of life or what life wants of him...he lacks the understanding of his existence..looks at the time from time to time as does not want be late for work. he just writes and writes listening to om namah shivaye protruding his ears from the speakers of his loud creative 4.1 speakers..feels like going to cry and keeping everything together keeps on writing...thinking it might get him some peace of mind...as in some hours too goto work as to get paid to survive and fund his livelihood. he thinks of all those times he has been with other girls in affairs and each and every girl is married he knew and has been with....and still does not realize or understand that they all ditched him..what he believes that there might have been a fault or problem from his end only...or else how could it be a coincidence that so many people he had been with and yet he stays alone for the last 6 years....or might end up dying without no one even to take his corpse to the cemetery and it might rot ...with worms and insects as becomes a part of many existing creatures...is this why he had started from his home in the big bad world to an unknown journey with big obstacles and to find his destiny..as  he looks at the broken on the his tables which might had an image of girl he knew and at same time wonders what had actually gone wrong there....as he wishes to keep writing and sipping two sips of beer down his throat and cant...he wonders when was the last time he was happy and laughed in real and not acted to laugh..as he tries to look to the screen to keep on writing amidst the tears or water jumping in his eyes....cant anyone understand the essence of the sadness he has faced...happiness has been a long timed happened....he wishes he pushed  away with his grand dad the day the almighty was falling short of people to press their muscular bodies..as they are the only things who live on Prasad and full fill the wishes of mankind on a daily basis.....he wishes everything as for this moment is begone..how would it have been to be in her position at the time of marriage.....and now when people call him a just a big fart , a liar, a big phony untrustable person with relations....he wonders is he actaully that  and that if he is them all this which has gone on him in this life and deserve i little more pain...to that extent he should die of it......the ultimate relief....he wants yo gather more courage and sometimes breaks down on his own shoulder as he does not have another shoulder to keep his head and cry his lungs out with all the pain and sorrow he has in his heart....yes he has a heart by mistake...yes he is human not a forsaken animal....watches allot of movies wishes to be born in romania so he could be a vampire...not the power atleast a cold heart with finally no pain...fits his profile does Not it....


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