A short experience or original story based on two drops of tears
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There was no one around, not even my sanity or an imaginary guy who would tell me how to find a way. I had not realized I had opened the flood gates in my eyes. I wanted to scream and exhaust myself so that I could not cry anymore. The watchman who had been staring at me all this while came forward and offered me another cigarette. He took out his lighter and did the formalities. We both smoked embracing silence as the smoke covered our faces while I wiped my tears.
I always believed it would hold onto me when I needed it the most. Someone was running a vacuum cleaner inside my body trying to dust away common sense and a little bit of faith in humanity. Living was more than a burden, more than a compulsion, more than a punishment, it was like a bully frightening me to complete his assignments. I had messaged every person possible from whom I could have talked and felt better. There was no response and that made me fell proud of being an atheist. Suddenly, the watchman stubbed his cigarette and hugged me tightly. I did not resist.
“I see deaths on a daily basis here. People cry all the time but I thought you needed a hug. I am sorry if I crossed the line.” He apologized.
I did not have the courage to say anything. I thanked him with my eyes. I got a message on my phone that my house was put on mortgage. I thanked him again and wondered that perhaps not everyone is a big pile of condescending selfishness wrapped in a bag full of blasphemy. He had nothing to do with me. I was sitting on his chair all night smoking and disturbing his shift.
I tried calling a few more friends but there was not any response. time was running out, I wiped tears, embrace changes and gone to home..packed our stuffs..Every stuffs were connected some memories since childhood. But that time passed and living a strong life. Time teaches us to be determined in whatever the situation is.
H O P E.
It gives you the strength to live, to go through the impossible, to hold your tears, to forgive everyone who has wronged you, to hold on for one more moment, and most importantly to accept that life is unfair.
I always believed it would hold onto me when I needed it the most. Someone was running a vacuum cleaner inside my body trying to dust away common sense and a little bit of faith in humanity. Living was more than a burden, more than a compulsion, more than a punishment, it was like a bully frightening me to complete his assignments. I had messaged every person possible from whom I could have talked and felt better. There was no response and that made me fell proud of being an atheist. Suddenly, the watchman stubbed his cigarette and hugged me tightly. I did not resist.
“I see deaths on a daily basis here. People cry all the time but I thought you needed a hug. I am sorry if I crossed the line.” He apologized.
I did not have the courage to say anything. I thanked him with my eyes. I got a message on my phone that my house was put on mortgage. I thanked him again and wondered that perhaps not everyone is a big pile of condescending selfishness wrapped in a bag full of blasphemy. He had nothing to do with me. I was sitting on his chair all night smoking and disturbing his shift.
I tried calling a few more friends but there was not any response. time was running out, I wiped tears, embrace changes and gone to home..packed our stuffs..Every stuffs were connected some memories since childhood. But that time passed and living a strong life. Time teaches us to be determined in whatever the situation is.
H O P E.
It gives you the strength to live, to go through the impossible, to hold your tears, to forgive everyone who has wronged you, to hold on for one more moment, and most importantly to accept that life is unfair.
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