A Confectionery

There was this man who people proclaimed to be the pioneer of change. A man who would bring change to the nation, a man who would uproot evil from the nation, a man who claimed to be one among us all, a man who claimed to be just another common man. We set our expectations high, and waited patiently.  We waited patiently for the beginning of the end. Little did we realize, that we must never keep our expectations high. Yes, he was just one among us all. He was just another person who promised change, but failed to deliver his promise. He came, he saw, he got frightened, he left.

  People said that love knew no boundaries. Is that why they were separated in the name of religion? People said that love could win over any force. Is that why they were denounced as traitors?   People said that everything was fair in love and war. Little did they both know that it was war. Them both, against the brutality of world. Little did they both know, that were mistaking Purgatory for paradise.   The world which never understood their love, the world which would never understand the reason why he took her life, and she took his. The world, which thought they were seeking vengeance against each other. Little the world know, that they were seeking vengeance against the world.  

We all suffer. In one way or other. Emotional, physical, or sometimes both. There is a reason behind why people become what they are. Probably, they were never always that way. Probably, their sufferings made them what they are. Probably, they decided to change. For their own good. We all face major blows in life. Loss of family, a friend, or maybe things more worse. Perhaps that is why we’re all different. We all face the same things in life. But the only difference being that it’s not always at the same time. We all experience the same pain; we all go through the same suffering. But its just that some are exceptionally good at hiding it, and some prefer to be seen at their vulnerable worst. It’s amazing how some people hide all their suffering with such simplicity. But then, whatever mask you put on, it hides the real you, doesn’t it? Pain isn’t always meant to be hidden. It intends to change you. To transform you into something different, to show you a part of yourself that ...