We two don’t go along well. Although he is my friend, I hate him because he is just too perfect on everything and I am not. I was born poor in a filthy neighborhood. He was not, he on the other hand is the son of the richest man in town with a blue palace. I wish I had a choice. Things would have been better. Last night, I was alone on the road. I didn’t know how I came in there; all I knew was that it was the beginning and there are only two ways to go. In which one follows a long route and is dark & scary while the other one seems short and easy, and looks bright. I didn’t think much, as it felt easier, I took the shorter one. It was nice just for a moment, then everything went dark. A trap. But no, it was a choice, no one tricked me. But all I could do then was regret. But wait why couldn’t I feel my skin, Was this all a dream? Yes, it was. So, I still had a choice to go back. I went again where I was before, stuck between a situation to pick b...
It’s been an hour since I’ve been staring at the hanging body of him. Numbness he is, my friend, can’t even say a hello. It’s been years, never thought our reunion would be like this. But fate had other plans, I guess. Many questions are there on my mind but I’m sure I’ve answers to all of them, but couldn’t grasp them altogether at the moment. I need to be alone. I am not even sure if I am sad. because it doesn’t feel all like someone …died. He did leave something for me, a note not a carrot. “Hello rabbit, glad you came. You probably won’t be surprised more than I was on that day. You remember right? I do because that was my best day. Thanks for everything, and don’t be sad, it’s just me going to a better place, a place where everyone will accept me for who I am, so smile rabbit! ~an old friend.” It’s the sixth time I am reading this, I don’t know whenever I read it, it reminds me of that day, and make me feel better, better than what’s happening or happened. That day ...