If only rich people can live life happily then why poor people cannot die? This is harsh reality of our society. I was sitting in caf? there was a girl who was standing on counter. She was very pretty her eyes were deep and dark, dark like black stone. Caf? was situated about three kilometers far away from my house. Every weekend I visited that caf?. I ordered a cappuccino. Besides my table a couple was sitting. Boy ordered some pastries and coffee.
After ten to fifteen minutes Boy went to counter and insult that lady. I was confused why he was insulting. What happened with that guy? I listened some claims he said coffee was not hot. Counter girl was continuously was saying sir sir sir! But he was not ready to accept any excuse or apology. I felt very bad for her because she was so innocent she did not accept such kind of words. At the last moment she started crying and did not said a single word because of her duty.
She lost her dignity, her ego and her respect too. Her eyes were full of tears and asked many questions. I realized poor life is curse in this society. There is no respect for middle class girls. If society is not ready to accept them then why they are living they must be died because they die every day in the hand of upper class.
I have never told anyone this before but it is very painful for me.
Some secrets are sharp as knife. I can’t take it in my heart anymore. I can’t forget that night when I saw a murder. Yes I saw him he was my neighbored. He killed her sister. She was my friend my good friend. Yes I saw his face but I keep this secret in my heart. Why? Because I am coward, coward like jackal but now I will speak because my friend is not happy with me. She blames on me in my dreams. My dreams are scary and it makes me uncomfortable. I can’t sleep, I can’t go anywhere with my other friends because her face always triggers my mind. Should I tell to police or should I tell to anyone else? No! I can’t tell to anyone. I am coward and dastard. Alas! I always keep it in my heart. I know I can’t live happily with this secret but what can I do? Nothing I can’t do anything because I am coward, coward and coward.
I love those people who make me laugh. There are some people in our life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little brighter. The older I become, the more I understand the importance of surrounding yourself with these individuals. For me, I enjoy spending time with those people who don’t take themselves or anything around them too serious. I have decided to get rid of the damaging clutter in my mind, which I hold for many years. I am determined to stop using my energy thinking or distressing about the undesirable people who does not deserve me. I know some people seem to bring out the positive and make me laugh more than others. Currently my friends do that and I seem to constantly be laughing with them. I value those people in my life, because they make me happy. Life does go in different stages and friends come and go. So I decide to cherish the relationships I have. I will laugh until my stomach hurts, laugh until I cry. Maybe I’ll become one of those people who make someone else laugh but is it possible? Should I make someone happy? Should I remove my pain which is connecting with my past? Is it possible i laugh without any regret? Ah! I wish·.
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