CRY FOR ME

CHAPTER-19 he is my man, the closest to god I ever had.

What are you most curious about?”

Where do people go after death? Is there a place; heaven and hell as we say or is it all of our imagination to distract us from the fact that our existence creases after the soul leaves the body and we just want to see our loved ones one more time so we lie to ourselves. We just hope that we can see them for once just no matter how much time it takes?

If we all end up in a place confined after death then what’s the difference between that place and earth? What’s the difference between dead and living?

Why do people think they will be better off dead? Is nothing really better than something? I am curious about death and the people who died and left…

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL GRADUATION; 11 years old.

There stood an innocent little child, almost twelve years old, with a smile plastered on his face asking questions adults are scared to ask.

A little crooked front teeth peeked through the boxy smile of the boy, as Taehyung repeated the word written in his diary to the standing teachers, just graduated elementary school kids and their parents.

Taehyung’s smile didn’t waver but he recited words in a curious and proud manner, to him, he was just interested and his questions were a reflection of that.

The little guy, so in his own world, didn’t see how his teacher’s smile dropped or how silent the class had gone. Neither taehyung saw his mother sniffing sitting on the wheel chair, all he saw was the crumbled paper and his crooked writing on it.

After Taehyung graduated from elementary school, they admitted the boy into a bigger school situated outside the town. That school was quite elite, where the criteria of admission was either someone has to be really rich kids or really intelligent. Most of the kids belong to the first criteria and somewhere Taehyung also stood between the lines of these both.

But however it doesn't change anything for the boy. Taehyung didn’t have much of a problem adjusting. He was both an out and easy going friend while being a good student.

But in between the sleek walls of elite institution, Taehyung often finds himself a little sad, perhaps quite missing friends from his elementary school that he had gone really fond of in the primal years of his childhood but the thought and sadness just a part that lingers in life just like his father says ‘friends come and go, focus on studies.’

By the time midterms came, it was October. Once blooming green trees stood heavily covered with dried and dead parts. The rain has stopped, only ever occasionally coming to visit and evenings have gone a little chiller.

Taehyung had made some friends (even though he missed the ones he made in his elementary schools) and teachers started to know him and used to adore his cute chubby cheeks, fluffy brown hairs and endless bundle of curiosity that follows through his veins.

The boy was quite stressed this time of paper, usually he doesn't pay much attention to grades and numbers and he has somehow grown quite a liking for violin after joining the mandatory music club in school. His mother has promised if he does well in papers then they can go to the beach and the boy can continue to do music in JazzClub.

It was on his maths paper, Taehyung woke up feeling sick. It was his upset stomach that made him nauseous as soon as he woke up.
If it was some ordinary day, Taehyung would have begged mother to let him stay at home and rest and then he would lock himself in his room and play the violin more like violate the violin since he doesn't know how to play the instrument yet.