With cross legs, I am sitting on a chair. People around me are chilling and chitchatting. I am at the other table. everyone is behaving like I am invisible.
I am not alone here. I am sitting with myself. Listening to my heartbeat and observing that my breath is going in and out. I am sure that I exist.
What is the question? Question is to prove. How to prove that I exist? I am visible, I am tangible, I am audible. Isn't it enough evidence to prove to others that I exist?
I have dreams, I have hopes, I have opinions, I have feelings. Then what is the question? Question is to prove. How can we prove that I have my opinions, feelings, and dreams too? Isn't it enough to explain everything in words to everyone that is what I want? Do we have to shout in people's faces to prove that we exist?
I don't know why we always want to prove. What is the point to prove our existence when we know that we are temporary?
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Invisible existence
Short StoryInvisible existence is a small story to express my inner voice. We usually find some space and importance in people's life. Are we really exist in the priority list or is it just a invisible existence?
