And she disappeared into a mere photograph…
And she disappeared into a mere photograph…
One fine day, I remember my mom telling me, that when they were children, playing in the sun wouldn’t mean getting tanned, getting sun burnt, getting bitten by mosquitoes, catching diseases or getting infected.
It was a part of their lifetime;playing.
But now, it surely is very hard to digest that concrete jungles and tar roads make it unable for children to even play.
Playing is like one of the basic amenities of life. After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
But now, its not only Jack, but millions of kids out there, with their eyes glued to smartphones, with no time to even imagine what playing with friends could really be.
To me myself, playing seems like a far-fetched dream. There are roads, shops, buildings, apartments, houses, libraries, malls and schools, but no playground can be seen.
Don’t deny it people, by making life better for yourself, you are making life miserable for the upcoming generation.
Let us be free.
I just realized how lucky I was.
I got a good home, good food, good clothes, good education, good friends and good everything. Like literally everything.
But still, I can’t help complaining about how long has it been since I last had a piece of chocolate cake, which by the way was 1 week back only.
I can’t stop whining about buying a new bag which is in the trend. I really do want a really fast Rubix cube, RIGHT NOW.
I want that beautiful, awesome, super cool, fanta-fabulous fast-writing pen IMMEDIATELY because all of them have it!
And without asking, I get supplied with tons of books related to Maths and Science and Social and Physics and Chemistry and Biology and blah blah blah 😦 “Grow up and become an engineer or doctor” is a very common phrase heard by a student.
I do not want to eat the same lunch everyday, I can’t stand the same food for two different meals of the same day. I WANT a variety. Yes I do.
And when I’m demanding all these AND being provided these, I can’t help wonder about those’s life where they can’t imagine their next meal without working hard now. Those who die working everyday to educate their children, those whose life are mingled with sadness and dullness, spun with tragedy and despair to watch people having more that what they should and wasting more that what they should.
Yes, it hurts me a lot to think of their lives, those poor unfortunate souls which no one bothers to help. Still, I don’t see why people don’t bother to help someone like them in need.
Of course, another human is like your brother/sister. You HAVE to show humanity. You are humane. Your are kind. You are helpful. You are caring. So you got to help people.
But how may of us actually do that?
Sia coughed, wrapping her hands around her as the rain drops hit us hard.
Sophie, my dearest friend. This is Sia. I missed you a lot. It was very awesome of you to come and meet me, but funny you could have come a year earlier. You could have met me…But now you can’t, although I can see you sitting here and reading this. A year back was when I had a car crash. Which I didn’t survive.
Very sad ending, I had. I know. I died in a very painful way…Anyway, we will never see each other again and it pains me to say that. But there is something which I owed you, Sophie. Take that cloth with you.
Sophie. Its so lonely here without you, you know. I want you here. So I will bring you here. It maybe painful, you know, dying. But still… -Sia
I sat there, on a bench in the pavement pretending to be a homeless poor boy, looking for stories.
As an author, I am supposed to actually have good ideas replenished always in my head, but that’s exactly what it is not. I am experiencing a mental drought. A very long writer’s block has overtook me, making me sometimes wonder if my brain still exists or has it evaporated out of its abode.
I yawned watching the old man crooning over, trying to sell his homemade candies to the peopl on the street.
But he had no luck, of course. Who wants cheap hand made lollies which can be unhygienic when you have melt-in-your-mouth delicious imported chocolates which are totally awesome desserts. ( except the fact that they add to your weight.)
The old man, failing with every person on the road, walked to the last person he saw. Me.
‘Here take my candies, son.’ He said trying to hand me a few candies.
‘Oh no sir. I don’t have enough cash.’ I lied quickly as my mouth watered slightly. The old man smiled and shook his head.
‘I spend a good 4 hours making them candies, but nobody buys. I don’t wanna feed them to the dustbin, and I suppose, you could have them, son. For free.’
My mouth hung open.
‘Oh sir, no. That’s too much of–‘ The man stuffed a few candies into my hand and grinned showing a few teeth missing.
I paused for a moment. Then,
‘In that case,’ I said dunking my hand into my pocket. ‘The candies are mine. And this is yours.’ I said fishing out nearly 50 dollars and thrusting it into his hand before disappearing through the path.
My heart felt warm even though the weather was teeth chattering.
But then, I knew I had a story. I had a story, Yes I did.