Remembering His Name

DON'T BE MAYBE, BE MARLBORO

Marlboro light in one hand and bag in another. The man moved from a chilled and cold atmosphere to a warm place. He sat on a chiar, looking forward to a new discovery. He kept his Marlboro packet on the table and lean back to understand his dedication little more. He was the resident of the same place and was residing in the same way at the same time for three years now. Thick black hairs and black eyes, he managed to look handsome, nature has gifted him with good looks. And life has been kind to him, but he was in search for something real. Not everyone was invited in his life, he gave a suspicious look to every stranger. He had nothing to hide, but he placed no confidence on those whose character was not known to him. He was agreeable to his small group of acquaintance. He had one friend, totally opposite to his character. From distant, his friend was able to win more people by his looks and charm, as he was lively and unreserved. His friend possessed all the amicable characteristics to make every stranger, his friend for a while. His friend expressed no particular resentments towards anyone, but he had no control over his tongue, he spoke his mind and at times managed to hurt the sentiments of those around. Even though crowd gathered around his friend, he was not the most liked person in the room. Over three years everyone became too familiar their behaviour. He was known to eveyone by the character of his friend than his real self. His friend accompanied him wherever he went. He hardly displaced his real nature to the world. In spite of great opposition to their characteristic – his friend was endeared to him by his easiness and openness. But if one observe them carefully, one would see that he was clever and more handsome. He at the same time was reserved in his manner. He was the man who smoked Marlboro, not indecisive, but alert and unreadable. He was the only person who knew what went inside his head. For him, the world was in shades of black and white and uncertainty was not his friend. He stood tall, he was not maybe, he was Marlboro.