There he stood still in the rain drinking off the bottle of scotch under the street light; trying to figure out where he was. He was fully off his sense due to the heavy drinking. He was a like 3 yr old lost in a mall. Vehicles passed by him nearly hitting him.
He was tired of standing, somehow he found a tree to get under. He stood there trying to drink same time make him self warm. As he was doing that, suddenly his eyes went to the tree he just realized that the tree was somewhat familiar. He tried ignoring the thought but his mind pricked him and was trying to make him remember. He took a while, the bottle fell from his hand shattering into pieces; he realized what that tree meant. It was the same tree where he had proposed to his lady-love and she accepted his proposal. He went into a state of shock, it was like the past was just passing in front of his eyes. He started shouting saying “get away from me get away from me..!!!”. Some how he gained his sense back and he fell there in the puddle of rain mixed with the bottle pieces. He went into a flash back mode.
He remembered the happy days when he was top of the world, when he didn’t care for anyone or anything and all that he cared was for his lady-love. He remembered the risks he took, the fights he fought, the relations he broke just for the sake of that girl. It brought a smile on his face, tears of joy filled his eyes. The rain stopped, but the rain in his eyes did not. He remembered how he got played by that girl. He remembered his fall from grace, he remembered why alcohol and cigarettes become his best friends. He remembered the reason for his sorrow. He remembered the betrayal of the one he loved the most. The promises which the girl had made started hitting his ears which were later broken by the girl. His heart started pounding faster and faster. He started shouting saying ” kill me now damn it. kill me now”. But there was no one to listen to him plead. He somehow controlled himself and said to himself that all this is brought upon him by himself, for he ignored family and friends for the sake of that girl and now neither he has the girl nor his loved ones. His girl had told the world a bundle of lies and defamed him, yet he kept quite for he loved the girl with everything he had in him. The girl who was once down to earth had suddenly gotten fake pride. She had called him a worthless beggar with nothing monetary with him, he was broken for within he knew where and how he had spent the money on.
The morning sun rays was about to hit him he sobered up and started getting up and trying to find his way home, his cellphone had nearly hundred miss calls from his friend and mom. He smiled looking at the phone and started walking. The elderly people who were in their routine jog stared at him and one of them passed a loose comment saying “Bloody drunkard”, he over heard the comment called the old man and said ” Grandpa am not a drunkard, am trying to fill in the gaps since I am just broken from the inside….”
Stories sometimes can be fiction for few and the truth for others its all bout how one relates to it….:)
Cheers to life