Ignore him

Of all the world, he messaged her, "I feel lonely. Talk to me". There was no reply. She was busy.

It was his mistake to let her go at the first place. No. It was society's mistake. She is of a different strata. No. It was the time that was not in his favor. No, he was confused and selfish and young straight into his career. He suppressed something that he had been plying on for a long time. He developed inside himself and left it to become a disease, like some kind of cancer. He remained unaware for a long time. He suppressed it brutally only to be haunted by it later.

As it came by, as time passed, it started to burst. It started to pain. His career seemed just as normal as the life itself, uncertain. But something kept on hitting him every now and then. He never recovered from it. He could have. He never wanted to make yet another attempt and burden his already over-worked heart. He skipped through many feelings. And he remained ambitious.

Time and again, it used to rain heavy. Time and again, it used to feel like Ganga. Sacred mornings, flowers, breath, red-blue skies, the call of the temples, secularism became his companion. He became kind and empathetic, even feeling pity on lifeless objects, straying dogs, pigeons, birds, fallen leaves and winters... Time and  again, he felt nostalgic. He crossed his legs and sat at the peak of the hill, with no one, but the sounds of his life.

He ignored her, deleted her from his life, recovered her contacts again, poked her in the swirl of the mildest river and remained quite. He took the ointment yet not knowing where to apply it. He became addicted to drugs. Drugs which could suppress his beastly thoughts for some time. He should never have made any attempt. He was regretting and playing with many 'what if'. He should have lived a simple stupid life. He should have remained insignificant. He should have never crossed his boundaries. He digged his own graveyard. Even before he is dead, he sits there and laugh. It sounds loud like a thunderbolt only buzzing in his ears. People had no idea of his storms. He has a new home where his laughters and silence reside together. You want to kill him? Use sharp words.

Now he bothers no one. He has made patch with his ambitions, his goals, his dreams and his life. He waits for nothing. He became truly lifeless. Life passes before him like a ship drifting in a silent ocean. Once he wanted to overrule an ocean. He is a coward and a loser. This may be true, but he now enjoys it. The feeling has befriended him. Absurdity has a limit. Huh. Let's just ignore him. He deserves no better.

Ps. 1. This is Fiction, 2. Rejection and regret are things that is seriously haunting people at their earlier youths, at least in a rigid complicated society like ours. This, I feel is relatable to close friends, job performances and so on to whoever/whichever we are attached to and value, 3. Life is a gift, 4. Suicide rates in India is breathtaking. There is a dearth of psychological facilities. Besides mental problems are made a taboo and often laughed about. People just get caught in the cyclone and fall to deep thinking before anyone could even attempt to talk them out. There is so much than terrorism that we need to act upon.