Train tales Ch-3

And the story begins!!

As he opened up his diary to write.

He looked at the previous pages

And he was just getting faces in his brain.

The faces he met,

The choices he rejected,

The love he felt,

The souls he accepted.

He remembers that little boy.

"Was there lust in his eyes?"

His inner self answered, "No".

"Then why did he talk to him that way? Why did he reject his love to be wrong?" He reflected.

Was taking away Meera's right to love, ethical?

He opened his diary to voice out his feelings.

"No." He wrote on the new page.

"Was giving Radha the acceptance she craved hard?" He questioned to himself.

"No.", was written again, on a new page and a new more big size.

Was considering the difference in religion over the unison of two heartbeats, right?

A drop fell from his eyes.

He wrote, "No.",  which almost tore the page.

He felt he had judged them all throughout his journey.

A new page was turned to pour out his burning guilt.

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I don't know if am I the victim,

or I am the oppressor here,

or maybe I am just human.

I don't know when and why we became this to each other.

O' the world of miserable victims,

O' the world of merciless oppressors,

Why you don't let yourself be free

And free the world that flows with you?

The world which is made of unjust rules

What applies to one, not apply to other

Then why do we want to make a world where everyone is like each other?

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He closed his diary as Prem again, took over him.

He wished he could be with him.

He thought, does he have that under his control?

No.

Then what actually he can do?

Maybe ask the world for it.

Maybe ask him for it.

The train stopped at a station, and he went out.

And he ran the fastest he could.

Not to break his marriage

Or to marry him

Just to hug him, kiss him, and tell him that he loved him

Tell the whole world that he loved him

'cause maybe that's all is under us, isn't it?