"As if I care.... You don't like me? Great! Oh go ahead, hate me! You wonder why I don't care? I wonder why I should care. I tried being nice. I tried a lot. I forgave you every time, not any more. You think I am arrogant. Now, I will show you arrogance. You can hate me even more. The last time I cared was something like a few days back. You made me heartless. You killed me. You murdered the good soul in me. You are a murderer. You are fake. Its high time, time to clean up the society off with people like you. You tried to make me weak. Didn't happen though. Won't happen... ever. I am not weak. I am strong, stronger than what you can ever imagine. Now, you stay away from me. I said, "when it will reach my saturation point, even I do not know what will I do?" It reached the saturation point, and you made one wrong move and now I'll make your life hell. Worse than ever you could think of. You know it too, don't you? I, on the other hand, will take every opportunity to hurt you. Because I can. I will make your story of life from today, "Sadness ever after". You did the same when you were stronger. The tables have turned. Face the devil inside me...You suffer now!
I generally do not promote 'hate notes'. But, this is thought provoking. This is all I can hear him shout in the partially lit corner outside the compartment, standing close to the open coach door. Train moving fast and wind through his hair. Barely could see his face. I was fear struck by 'a thought'. Before numbeness could take over me, I had myself ready to take a steady leap and hold him back. A paper flew off his hand. He stood still. The calmer it became, the more blood thrust up my veins. And, then, he half turned his face. Our eyes contacted for a fraction of second. I could see red watered eyes of a fair lean young guy. To avoid the situation of this mortifying moment, I turned back and stepped inside the compartment without slightest display of my presence. I kept a close ear to catch any movement outside. I stayed awake for another 2 hours when I saw him cross mine and sit on a seat after two compartments. That was when I took my first breath of slight relief. He felt lost and broken. I walked out, saw the coach gate closed and locked. Near the gate I found a few pieces of torn paper and a photograph. Could not manage to put all the pieces together though, scarcely manage to put the picture together where I could see a sweet girl and the smiling happy 'him' looking blissfully in love. The picture was taken in some theme park. I left the pieces there again and went back to my seat. Thoughts disturbed my sleep. His suffering soul gave up on his love. But, actually, he gave up on himself, on his goodness. My only thoughts were that another happy soul dies today, another angel turns to ashes. If only, anyone's emotions and feelings are not played with, this world would be a happier place for everyone. There is goodness in all, and that goodness needs to be displayed. By about the dawn, when the soft sun rays peeped through the thin gap between my window curtain, I got up and sat on my seat. I could see no soul awake and curtains drawn everywhere. His seat was empty. I went out to find all pieces of papers gone and the door open. Soon the train stopped at a small station and I got down for my further journey. I never saw him properly, I do not know who he was, and what was his story? This is disturbing. Its true, "Hurt people hurt others". We have to break this chain.
