🌅6:15 pm🌅
I wanted to know more about his life. I was curious. I shared so much with this guy and I don't know even the prologue of his story. Gaining some courage, I asked him to tell me something about himself.
The reply I got was, "How can I when I, myself, am on a journey to find myself?"
So I asked him if we both could ask questions to each other. And if you don't want to answer it, you have to tell a quote. He agreed to it and now we both were playing this made-up game.
He told me to start first and so I did.
"Tell me about your biggest fear."
He replied instantly, looking out, "Fear of not having opinions. I fear the day when I won't have words or opinions on things. That day, I would merely be a body made up of soil. My soul, a barren land."
I nodded to him and he proceeded to ask his question.
"If you could go to the past and change your mistakes, would you?"
Most definitely, no.
"I won't. Those mistakes shaped me into the person, I am today. Mistakes are a part of me. Are a part of my life. Erasing them would mean snatching away a part of me from my ownself."
"Quite true." He nodded in agreement.
"How old are you?"
"Why, you want to marry me, already?"
I said annoyed, "Just answer the question."
He gave out a short laugh.
"21."
He asked me the same question and I replied, "19. Oh now who wants to marry me?"
He rolled his eyes and said, "Nobody. You're too extra."
I threw the empty plastic bottle at his head.
"You just proved my statement, princess." He winked at me.
"Whatever. My turn. Why are you on this journey?"
He glanced at me and said, not an answer but a quote.
"I don't want to be a flower which blooms. I want to be a flower that withers and fertilizes the soil."
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Traingers
Short StoryTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
