SIX

It's not easy to leave the home and live on your own.

But, as we get adult, we have to learn to live our own life.

It's like my new journey has started.

I searched online for a travelling agent and found one guy who was moving to the

Munich. I had nothing much but just some snacks, and some clothes in my bag and some bucks and payment cards in my purse.

I visited the place where I was called and then the thing got quite interesting.

"Suprise, did you see that time manage the things."

It was Walter. The guy I met in the pizzeria at midnight.

Yeah, you're right, he was my travelling agent.

He helped me to pack some of the materials that we needed for the vehicle and then we moved on a vehicle.

"I am still confused", I told him.

"For what?"

"About the time and the management."

"Haha, you're funny, Binisha."

"Why?"

"Can't you just see?"

"I am sorry, what you mean?"

"Listen, do you think it's just normal for us to meet like this again."

"Yeah, well no, wait, what do you mean?"

"Everything is written."

"Where?"

"I can't tell where it is written. You're the writer right, why don't you figure it out?"

"I am not able to concentrate anything right now. Because I am out of my mind. Just feels like my mind is for sale."

"Yeah, because it's written, everything is written. That's what I am telling you."

"You are making me more confused."

He opened his bag and gave me a pen, a paper and a marble piece. He asked me to write my name on the paper and as he said I did it. And then he asked me to write the name on the marble piece but I couldn't.

"You can't write on the marble but in the paper.", Walter said.

"I know that."

"Have you ever asked yourself why?"

"Because of the science.

"No, stop", Walter interrupted.

"Why? Am I wrong?"

"Yes, that's not how life works. It's different from science. It's different from physics and chemistry. The life has no meaning because it already ended."

"How can you say that?"

"Because it is written."

I said nothing because I knew he gonna trap me in the loop of the "written" shit.

I said ok and watched outside of the window from the cab.

He took out the map of the city where we were moving and he explained where I gonna stay.

After the cab reached the railway station, we entered the train and our seat was together.

"Have you ever been to Munich?", Walter asked.

"No, I had never been."

"Why do you want to go there?"

"Because I an am adult now. So I want to live there."

"I am 24, but I never have thought of living alone."

"But I did. You know it's written", Binisha smiled and said.

"So you know about that thing now right?"

"What thing?"

"Things which is written?"

"Well yes, I think I cracked it. The thing that's written is what we do the next but you know I don't think it's written."

"Yes, you are right and I follow this which helps me not to be sad cause I accept things when they happen in reality because I believe it's already written", Walter said.

"So, do you think it's like the script of the movie? Like you are a travelling agent and you think it's already written?"

"Well yes."

"No, I don't think so. It's never written. Life isn't a script, it's a whole movie. The movie that you write. You are the director, you are the actor, you are the antagonist, you are the protagonist, you eat what you like, you sleep when you want to. But it's not easy to handle these things alone. You will need someone. Someone who gonna be by your side when you need them because life isn't easy."

"So, what you want to say about it?", Walter asked and stared at her.

"It's you who write yourself. It's you who learn to be yourself. It's not written anywhere. You can write yourself because you know yourself."

"Ok, so what about another task I had given you?"

"What task?"

"Why You can't write on the marble but in the paper?"

"I said it's because of the science."

"No, I wish you could find the answer very soon. Maybe you haven't suffered from pain."

As he said about the suffering of pain I just remembered Jonathan and Karl but that doesn't ring the bell of pen, paper and marble.

Is that related to sex or anything?

No, how can I think about these?

"What are you thinking Binisha?"

"Nothing. I want to sleep."

After 5 hours on the train, we reached the destination. The place was so beautiful as I thought. Walter helped me with my bags to the cab and we headed towards the hotel room to stay. I need to find a job and place to stay very soon since the hotel rooms were so expensive. I asked Walter to help me to find a place and jobs to stay and he said he will help me very soon with it. We reached the hotel room where I would be staying. The counter inside the hotel gave me the key to my room and because I and Walter made it here together, our rooms were next to each other.

"So, what are you gonna do now?", Walter asked.

"Go to the room. Why are you asking?"

"No, I mean. Do you have anything to do to live here?"

"No, but very soon I will."

"It's not easy ok you stupid girl. You are in a completely new city with you don't know anything, neither you know anyone."

" I know you, you said you will help me. Now you have to."

"Can you both lovers stop shouting", said a stranger.

I forget I was in the hotel room. I was so shy at that time. I don't know how he feels at this time because he is nobody but just my travel agent. Maybe I should pay him and ask him to leave because I will be doing it for myself now.

We reached our room and Walter asked me to come to his room after changing the dress. Maybe he wanted to talk about something.

I went to my room and the room was so beautifully designed according to the bill I paid a while ago. I am not telling you that I am rich, I had money that I made from writings.

Wait, writings?

I can write. Yeah, I can and I can earn by it.

That Walter should not have to shout on me. I changed my clothes and went to Walter's room.