Beginning.

My Time There.

So i went back to maternal home from the graveyard, my aunt waited for me, she had cooked many things for me and i was pleased with the food, i found my peace in food and for me food was kind of an escape.
I ate a bit as my condition was extremely peachy and my life was blossoming with pink all around.
But, here to draw a small comparison my life was hell, the blossoming part was actual hellfire.
The pink was my suffering.
My heart was heavy, i again wanted to cry my heart out but my body gave up.
The immense body pain, sleep deprivation and off the egde behaviour of mine was like an untamed beast trying to rip everything apart.
I started scrolling social media after some time to find a hopeless escape, i failed miserably at finding peace for myself after all these internal conflicts i went out and walked towards the bridge and started looking at the river and how fascinating the water was and how polluted the people made it i got lost and thought of the origin and the purity of water there and in all this thought process an elderly person tapped me on the shoulder and asked if i was okay. So in my instinctive response i lied and said yes i was perfectly fine to which he said the waters call out and attract lives and when one takes steps towards the calls it takes the life out of them and their lifeless bodies float back after a some days, this was random but i did agree to his terms i was shit scared of water bodies and there i had wasted an hour looking at the river i thought to myself that this was strange and i heard the calls to prayers at that time so i left towards the mosque and after that i reached my maternal home.