“You are a criminal”
“You just like to carry the burden”
“Just trying to fool yourself and everyone around…”
“Throw it out”
“Dump it!”
“Throw it… Dump it …Throw it… dump it… Control
Control…”
Click! The phone hanged up. He checks the time on his laptop its 3:00 am in the morning. He just finished talking to stranger. Stranger perhaps no not stranger this guy know about him almost everything… how .?? How is it possible..hah!
It’s always easy to share your burden with unknown, he thinks
He moves towards washroom, like drunk. He is laden with clothes because its winter but he is still shivering, body temperature too low. This has been happening since…since. Since?? Last year November to be precise…
He faces himself in a mirror. It’s been long time knowing himself, he feels. He carefully observes himself.
Hmm time for a background check
Name: Deepanshu
Age: 25
Occupation: IT
Status: hmmmm a very relative word
“Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is the detested of all”, He speaks to the image standing in front of himself… He can see his forehead with bit of wrinkles…His tan complexion in orange light of GE bulb, the black rimmed spectacles, messed up hair, black big eyes. In sum not a very handsome figure.
“CHEWING GUM” He says to himself. Chewing gum, the more u chew more elastic it becomes, that’s what he has been his life, his morality. The idea of god the idea of perseverance, the idea of idealism, the idea of perfectionism, In fact this chewing gum is an idea
The idea to feel the euphony spelt in moments of solitude.
SPLASH! The water clears itself. He sees himself again in mirror with water dripping. How much related he felt with it. The love of minuscule drops, shapeless, takes shape of any container it is kept in and that’s what he felt for himself that’s what he has always tried to do. To take shape, take shape and fit in.A virtue of self proclaimed obituary!
He clears his face using a towel hanging nearby. He takes charge of his laptop again and starts typing…
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