the man just stood there. numb, cold, oblivious to the cries around him. he just stood there. sometimes the world spins so fast that its hard to catch whats happening. just the last night, he was happy, he was content. he was getting married to the love of his life. standing there, amidst the crowd of merry people, he was planning all the important parameters of his life with his lady love. now, at the break of the dawn. he is mourning on her death.
it started drizzling. he was not sure what is going to happen now. his life has lost its meaning. he can go for revenge. he should surely go for revenge. but will it solve the purpose. he knows he can find him any time he wants, he knows he can shred him into tiny pieces, but will it even remotely solve the purpose? no. what is the purpose anyways? all the formalities were almost done and her body might be half burned right now. everyone was following the same protocol to leave, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking their necks, as if this happens to everyone. no, it does not.
he was all alone now, infront of the enormous fire which was slowly burning her body into ashes. how can such a little body ignite such big flames, he wondered. he sat in a corner, away from the flames but not outside the tent. the rains was continuously increasing its frequency. he took out a book from his back pocket, titled "it all started with a friend request". here, let me tell you a story, his voice shaked as he addressed her, or what is left of her. this was their story written by him. with some corrections.
it started drizzling. he was not sure what is going to happen now. his life has lost its meaning. he can go for revenge. he should surely go for revenge. but will it solve the purpose. he knows he can find him any time he wants, he knows he can shred him into tiny pieces, but will it even remotely solve the purpose? no. what is the purpose anyways? all the formalities were almost done and her body might be half burned right now. everyone was following the same protocol to leave, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking their necks, as if this happens to everyone. no, it does not.
he was all alone now, infront of the enormous fire which was slowly burning her body into ashes. how can such a little body ignite such big flames, he wondered. he sat in a corner, away from the flames but not outside the tent. the rains was continuously increasing its frequency. he took out a book from his back pocket, titled "it all started with a friend request". here, let me tell you a story, his voice shaked as he addressed her, or what is left of her. this was their story written by him. with some corrections.
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