Samarth tried again.
"Hi, Aashu. It's me, Samarth, your brother, remember?"
Samarth was sitting on a stool in front of Aashu....or rather what had first appeared to be the front. Due to Aashu's constant behavior of moving his body towards the scenery, now Samarth was facing his side.
Samarth had tried making Aashu recognize him but all his tries had been in vain. Aashu ignored Samarth and refused to even glance at him. He just sat like a statue and the only way Samarth knew he wasn't a statue was his unnerving stare when he saw a rat. Except that, he didn't even glance at Samarth.
The tears now came in full, bathing Samarth's face in salty water. Aashu still ignored. To see your brother who could have been a happy, loving boy and could have grown up to be a successful man, blinded Samarth with tears. He had not only just lost a brother but also his only best friend and someone who had never judged him.
Another fall of tears. Samarth had gone to such lengths to kindle a spark of recognition that he had even tried to give a full summary of their lives and some of the memorable events to his brother. But it hadn't work. Aashu remained indifferent to all cursing and coaxing.
In any other life if Samarth would have been told of himself and his brother's fate in this life he would have immediately said 'No Thank you' and thought it to be the worst nightmare ever.
Stop it. Don't think negatively or the crying will never stop. More negative thoughts generate pity and helplessness that make you cry. Samarth chided himself.
Despite that, a few last tears fell.
Samarth looked at Aashu who was still looking at the scenery. It was the only scenery in the house. The view of a clearing in a jungle and sunset were the only things that seemed to entertain his mind. The jungle and the sunset had captured him in a cage he wasn't able to get free from. Something like being in darkness, living in a dream that would never be true. Never knowing that there was another life out of that prison where his loved ones awaited his return safely from a voyage in the sea, through light and darkness. Aashu was balanced between them. There was never knowing when a wave would come and steer him fully towards the darkness.
It is useless. Samarth thought. But he wouldn't give up. He would never give up.
Samarth got up and left the room.
He had a promise to fulfill.
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PHOENIX - The Rebirth Of Hope
Non-FictionLife is full of events and opportunities drifting in and out. From ordering a pizza while sitting at home to becoming a writer, you can do anything. Absolutely anything. Life has so much to offer....but what does it have to offer to a 12-year-old b...
