I faced Reality and concluded that my very existence in this world is Unreal.
I have been blessed with this divine gift of unrestrained movement. I can go anywhere and everywhere that I wish. However, with passing time I feel as if I am not wanted anywhere at all. The people look upon me with contempt. They practically disbelieve my existence. When I do seek shelter under your roof, you turn me away. It is quite Disheartening (Sorry!!! I should not be using this word, least of all). You still d not believe me, do you? Well, then you should have been at the zamindar’s house that day .Yes, it seemed to be just that day.
The boy of seventeen returned home wet. His parents were waiting for him. The boy tried to sneak upstairs. But the Rai Bahadur stopped him and let fortha volley of insults. “There is no hope for you. You have gone to the gutters. Better go work as a coolie at the station. What shall happen of my name?” The mother looked on forlornly at her drunk child, home from another party. I tried to help the boy and the family. But before I could do anything my fellow friend invoked a sense of Ego in the boy who retorted back at his father. I fled from the house ashamed leaving behind the loud noises behind me.
Nowadays, I barely have much work. I look back at my failures and repent. I do not know what would have happened if the boy had felt my touch that day. Last news I received of him, he was spending his father’s lavish money on the streets- Life ebbing away from his body.
I still trusted myself. Probably I would be allowed to show my mettle elsewhere. I roamed about searching for an Opportunity. Such an Opportunity did present itself before me. But DEATH overtook me.
I heard it on the evening news. Such events were quite common. (Why don’t you ask History?) However the whole nation being bombed for a single man really presented the evil face of ARROGANCE to me. I raced as fast as I could for the sake of the people. But I was too late. The Destruction around me was too Depressing. No wonder the people refused to even notice me. I was Horrified by what I saw round me. MERCY seemed to have fled the scene. Man, woman, child, elders alike were in the firm grip of TERROR. I could see no place for me in such conditions. It was not by nature but by instinct that I held out my hand to some, but they totally disregarded it. They seemed to be quite used to the happenings. My popularity scale had really gone down.
I tarried no further. When I later looked back behind me, the faces of the people had undergone a drastic change. Another battle lost. I held my head in shame.
But wait!!! I hear a small cry. Is it someone calling to me? Yes!!! Indeed !!! A tiny voice calling out to me. I hurried forth. It was a small hut. A child of ten. His hands blown off by some blast. Yet the innocent heart presents a Desire to live. The diseased mother sat beside him. However, she wasn’t on the same plane of thought. She was begging for the end. So that she may find peace. However as per my duty, I tried to help the child. I looked around helplessly. No one was willing to lend a helping hand. Their minds were hardened by what they had been through. The sobs of this child had no effect on them. This child needs treatment immediately. I’m too weak to lift him up myself. Suddenly I feel a sense of foreboding. Someone seems to be creeping up behind me. Is it a robber? Yes, I can see Him. The biggest crook of this universe. But I am helpless. I cannot fight Him. It is Death. He rushes off in a gust with the poor soul leaving behind His horrible laughter.
I flee, Ashamed. I AM HOPE. HOPE. The word has been removed from the face of this damned earth. Who needs me? My body decays with time. An unknown identity. Despair gnaws at my sides. When God created mankind, he gave me to them as a present. A present they played with, for ages. Now they throw me away- useless creature that I have become. I dare not show my face anywhere. Everyone despises me. Curses me. I think my time has come. Farewell mortal world. If a time comes when thee shalt need me, I shalt return. I shalt not fail thee then. But be careful. I fear thou shalt perish at the hands of thy masters- Death, Despair et all. as I have at thy Hands.
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