You Are Never a Stranger by Surakshit Markanti

Author:Surakshit Markanti
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Notion Press
Published: 2016-10-01T04:30:00+00:00

The entire mob of youngsters accompanied a small gathering. Everyone was cracking jokes and enjoying the atmosphere. I hated this weather. I hated this gathering and my heart was unable to enjoy.

Aria sat beside me enjoying the gathering. She whispered in my ear “Don’t be hasty. Try to be one of them, and then you will know what joy is, what fun is!”

Everyone was in a full swing to speak about their love stories. Then came my turn, I the man who is never into this kind of conversations, but I wanted to express my feelings.

“Yeah, I was in love. I fell in love not just once, but every second I do fall in love but with the same girl. And I can’t fall in love with anyone else.

I did not love gazing at her beauty. Neither, because she is rich nor because of her sweet heart, I do love her because she made me hate myself.

You heard it right. She made me hate myself.

Now am desperate to see her. I hate that feeling.

I can’t even live a second without her presence. I hate that feeling.

My eyes search for her every second. I hate myself for that.

I hate myself because I am a fool, why should I search for her; why can’t I live without her; why should I be desperate to see her.

If she is already filled in me. She is in me with me all the time,” I signed off. I got emotional when I ended my word.

Aria might have understood that I meant it about her. There lay a pin drop silence for 2 minutes, and I doubted if I over did it.

Then there came a loud moment of applause. Everyone clapped all of a sudden and praised me for my love for her and started poking me to let out her name.

The respect I gained, their smiles, the fun, the love, the joy and impure happiness is never seen in any pub nor I enjoyed more at any other parties.

I mistook life to be left in the money of rich people, which overtook my character and made me a slave to it. I became a victim of this world’s stereotypical mentality where everything is money made. But I do understand what the real smile means just like what I did when I was a kid at the orphanage.

I missed a lot of my life. And I’ll repay every moment I missed with her hands in mine.

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