3. Dream or ...

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13/5/17

Stand on the roof of your building. All you will see is the magnificence of the world. Look to the farthest point and you will know how vast this world is. Me, on the other hand, standing on top couldn't make out if this was even real. The silence of the surrounding was plausible. Nothing but the wind could be heard. No crickets. No cicadas. No katydids. Just the cold, dead breeze. It is in moments like these that great men are struck with great ideas. Me, I was stupid. I was struck by a stupid idea. Ideas are racists. I thought maybe I could just jump off and end everything. The loneliness, the desperation, the tense situation, everything.... end everything with just a fall. I was looking over the walls of the roof, made with the purpose to stop accidents and serves the purpose of causing accidents. I didn't know why I was looking down. Maybe trying to measure the time taken, distance to be travelled, force with which I would hit the ground or simply if it would pain or not.

And that was exactly when I saw something. I was shaken. Shocked. Surprised. Amazed. Startled. Astonished. Astounded. Flabbergasted. 8 words and I still cant explain how I felt. It was a man. That's all I could see. Someone. And that was enough. I hardly needed any other details. Who it was? Did I know him? Was he the only one here? These are the questions that might have popped up in your mind but they didn't bother me. I didn't care. All I cared about was catching his attention. I shouted with all my might. "HEY". " HEY". "HEYY I AM UP HERE". My throat began to ache after a few million attempts. I couldn't shout anymore. And he, he walked slowly and steadily as if nothing had happened. Defeat couldn't be accepted, not at this stage. I looked for anything that could help. Anything. Stones. Sticks. Flashlight. Walkie Talkie. Jet. Satellite. UFO. Charles Xavier's telepathic abilities. Anything. However, I was satisfied with a stone. I threw it his direction with all my strength. The throw was so strong my hand could have gone along with it. It didn't.

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