A Bifurcate

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 between a dark and a bright path.

This time I choose the dark one.

 It was scary, it was long, time literally felt infinite there. I wanted to go back but I had been to the other way and I knew where it leads to. So, I kept moving, got scared on the way, but kept moving.

Days passed, months passed, years passed.

And finally, I was there.

On my way, I was thinking about the second path the whole time. And why was it all so shiny at the first then all dark. The moment I reached the end I got the answer.

The next morning when I woke up, I went to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and said “Rahul, my time will come!”

The next day, I painted my home blue.