I was sitting alone on the park bench. An elderly man shuffled by and paused.
"Is this seat free? Mind if I sit?" he asked.
"Yes, Uncle, please."
He sat down with a sigh. "Ah, life's becoming harder, isn't it?"
I smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess."
He looked at me with wise, weathered eyes. "I've lived most of mine. You, on the other hand, have you started living your life."
I hesitated. "Yea already started..."
He asked. "Tell me a story of yours".
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"There's a story inside you, isn't there? A real one. So, what's your story?"
"My story?" I echoed, unsure.
"Yes, your story. There must be something."
I looked away, embarrassed. "I... don't have one."
He leaned back and smiled. "Then how can you say you've started your life when there's nothing to tell?"
I stayed silent.
"Write your story, kid. A story worth sharing. A story people will want to hear. When you come back and sit here again, with something to tell-something real-that's when your life has truly begun."
I don't know where he is now but yes uncle I have a story now.
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[Completed] Let's end this I don't want to see you ever again Rohan.
Three years later..
Rohan's breath hitch...
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