Life In Solitude

This is a story of a man…
almost the minds of many men who live the life of a bird.

” A HUMAN BIRD “

None in the house slept all night!

Men like me kept accelerating in bike’s and women kept swift walks from the kitchen to bedrooms!

I was like a whisky mix, 3/4 filled with excitement and 1/4 filled with fear!

The happiness of my beloved enemy ( my sister ) getting married and the fear of missing her!

But I kept accelerating to oscillate my mind!

I had endless plans like arranging a cab for my relatives!

A place for them to stay!

A wedding reception!

To ring up once to remind the catering contractor!

I had endless things to do for her!

Besides that my wife was also ready to give birth to a baby princess

I had almost all flavors of ice cream served together!

My phone kept buzzing

It kept buzzing for quite a long, but I denied picking up the call!

It dint give me a chance to escape!
It kept buzzing!

I was able to feel some salt tint around my lips!
Some waterdrops running down my ears!

I felt weak!

I felt hammers breaking my head!

I felt ants running around my toes!

I grabbed my phone and that was my Mom!

And finally, I felt my DREAM!
And my reality living ABROAD!

My mom’s voice trembled and then she cried …

I felt almost broken!

She said my wife has given birth to a babe girl!

And my sister’s wedding is about to start in 2 hours!

I held back my tears and said her to take care of everything and call me through Skype after 2 hours!

I also told her to take care of my Queen and princess!

My phone blinked with a message!

It was from my beloved enemy ( sister )

Nivi : [ U are a cheater bro!
U dint attend my wedding!
And congrats that u have become a father!
And stay always happy Anna!
Earn more! you are a complete family now ]

Tears almost continued like my previous night!

I am not with anyone there!

I am striving hard here!

People think these big buildings and buddles of money make me happy!

But I really did understand what matters to me, when am all alone here!

Author’s note!

He took out his diary and wrote ” I have almost all flavors of ice cream to be served but ……. I am the broken cone “

BY

Suriya