22nd May, 2022
Last evening I felt familiar.
The sky had a tainted mint colour. I couldn't understand the emotions it held. I have never seen it before. Wind was howling, crying a song about its pain. It was ruthless. Rain was splashing hard against the glass pane. It looked angry. And there was spark of pinkish purple light every now and then. It was chaos outside, and I couldn't make out what it had to say. But the pain, the confusion, the frustration was seen clearly lining the outburst.
I could see it wants someone to hold but it has built walls around. I could see it is feeling all the emotions at once. I could see it is thinking way too many things. I could see banging on everyone's doors to open up. I could see it crying on stairs to be heard. I could see it falling down asking to be picked up. I could see the fear. I could see the longing. I could see the hope. I could see how long it has been patient before it fell down hard.
After hours of yelling, begging, crying and overflow of pent up emotions, it is now crying softly. Crying softly and slowly in the corner all by itself. No one other than itself to hear the cries, to see the tears. It's rolling softly and gently. The tears are now cold but feels so warm. Now all it has is itself.
When no one came, when no one helped, when no one bothered, it picked itself up and walked away. Tears stopped falling, the colour changed to darker shade of mint with spark of pink light every now and then. It walked away.
But it will come back again.
I know, it will come back again.
Cause last evening, I saw myself.
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