Anna_07

"Why are you trying so hard?"
"'I don't know."

Evan had always been a man filled with ambition. He built his fate and made his way to the top IT company in India. But, one fine day, he resigns. Evan was always told be abitious and bold, the best of all and wise. But he decides to find his own way and  to move back to his hometown Gangtok, Sikkim. In his journey start, Evan gets a journal from a stranger. Soon, that journal became the textbook where his all answers lied. And, his journey? It was somewhere between fighting for what he wants against what he needs. 


By Anna_07#1306

I moved back to country side

Halloween came. Little ghosts ran out trying to scare people away But there's a doubt if anyone was scared. Evan stood at a corner, with Wine and Olivia. 


"Is this wine even allowed?" he asked with fluent sarcasm. "I doubt it is. The kids are too interested in candies, They don't have time to try this.".


                           "Evan, what are you even dressed as?" She asked. Evan was wearing a onesie, a teddy bear onesie. "It's Halloween, miss orange head ghost bride," he said. He was about to speak but stopped. His eyes scanned the room, as they stopped at a lady. She wore no costume, no extravagant look. 


                  Her hair was braided, and she wore a white dress, with a jacket. Her cheeks flushed from laughing and her eyes lit up from excitement. That was her, Irenie.


                        Sometimes, he would question. Is she really what she seems to be? because if she isn't, the disappointment would be real. But he was already ready for the disappointment. She is either, the devil's, or none. Olivia's words soon were just a piece of music for him, he slowly takes his steps towards her. 


             It was a deafening party yet Evan could hear his heartbeat. His steps suddenly stop, at 3 feet away from Her. He questioned himself, "what will you say to her? to can't say 'hi. I am a guy you don't know and I read your diary." 


             Evan felt like losing control over his body. A deep wave of sadness had now swallowed him. He was about to turn away but someone stopped him. Irenie stopped him. "Are you okay?" she said. 


                       Evan stopped still. Her voice was exactly like he thought it will be. You know that feeling of being scared to open your favorite music box because what if it doesn't sound like you thought it will be? But you open that box, it was the best thing you have ever heard. That was what Evan felt at that time.


                                  "Yeah... I am okay." And Irenie smiled at him. 


                       I saw a kid crying last week. He was walking down the street, barefoot with a boy. People looked at him, in fact, staring at him. But no one thought to approach him. His eyes were open, his face showed no signs of shouting, and his only expression was, nothing. 


                                            There were no signs of tears, but I know he was crying. Yet I dared not approach him, the boy who cried with no tears. I just stood there, in the crowd. Staring at him thinking that he is abandoned or maybe, just poor. It was not till I reach home, that I realized. 


                       I am the boy who cries with no tears. while the crowd was just me, looking at me. 


The boy with no tears.