Attrizsaksham

Story of a young male, who was always certain about the ludicrous privilege that women have over men.
 
Months ago a woman welsh to keep her word about love, in addition, filled his life of prosperity with peril and exploited him in ways that it may take decades to extricate that devastation.

WHAT POSSIBLY COULD HE DO? To get rid of this vehement feeling.

 Since then he finds it difficult to exchange kindness from girls He know they are just being kind but He always ends nearly forgetting that.

 How would he survive in an unfair world that is full of wonders with an unbearable burden that swells in his heart.

He’s yet to profound the chasm between love and attachment.

His mind being confused to discern between these two ineffable but baffle words,

 In spite of everything he’s trying to exceed his grasp in trying to reach for something beyond his understanding.

Teenage angst

You can't run from it, how long do you intend to put the act on as nothing happened, you still love her, don't you?


"No-no, I don't that's not true, she's a filth moreover she used me, how could I love her?"


Even after the betrayal, I can't help but shudder at the bond between you two.


You're still clenching the hope she might come back and deep down you know you weren't enough for her. 


"No please, please stop," I pant in fear.


 She cared for you, she suffered for you, she shredded tears for you and she left…


"I did everything I possibly could do, I wished for her happiness before mine what else did she expect from me" I sighed in agitation.


"Hey ren wake up, I have to leave ren you listening," his expression is tender.


"Don't leave please," I implore while sleeping.


"I have to go it's a business trip," he shrugs.


"Don't leave me this time I will not let you go," I whisper in my sleep.


"What the hell is he talking about eh?"


"Is he dreaming, cut the crap wake up you bastard," he says in frustration.


 "What time is it," I asked out of the blue.


"Since when you had such trips," he grins looking into my eyes.


"I gotta go and listen, I'm relying on you don't do something that might stir up my name, since I'm your elder," he murmurs.


"Cut the crap already and get the hell outta my house," I yelled in outrage.


What does he think he is elder brother my ass, I shrug, I still feel drowsy despite I've been woken by my brother in the most dreadful way possible. 


It's alright, I can still find some sleep and have some beautiful dreams, Eventually, I had to ask myself is life better this way.


 My body feels numb. I feel nothing less than anguish deep down I know life will suck either way, I groan in resentment.


I wasn't like this, I was never like this but after that quarrel, I had with her, dear god even if I think of that I retreat to countless series of severe memories flash through my numb mind.


My memories of her serve me nothing but the pain we've spent plenty of time together assuredly face miscellaneous of emotions but all I can remember is agony, Ever since blatantly I became like this but now I prefer to this.


I grab my iPhone open the music app over these past 6 months, I have made an aggressive list of sad songs, I swipe my finger touches to "your library" and my playlist appears.


I have a unique taste in music, well my very personality and taste don't match up. I scroll through the songs, grin in silence and before I know, I found myself lost in the shuffle completely perplexed, the playlist is lofty.


 I try to put my thoughts back into some semblance of order, I tap to my old favourite song "we don't talk anymore" by charlie puth. 


As the song begins, I let the creasing words go through my mind play with my subconscious, I love this song it makes me as happy as calm, I wish these peaceful times would continue forever. 


The door buzzer startles me from my euphoria,


Severe memories flash