The sun shone on his teary eyes, glistening beads of exasperation, evaporating, drying up quicker than it took to be formed.
He stubs his stale cigarette by his foot with all the might an empty heart can provide, as if he realised that he had no choice but to fight!
Such situations were never easy to deal with. However a behaviourial pattern that was formed since his childhood years, he inactively always chose flight. This time there was no flight! There were no hidden doors to escape. The enemy wouldn’t listen to any of his prolific meanderings. Trapped in an emotional catch 22 Alcatraz, the only thing he was blatently aware of was how quickly he was running out of time.
That’s when it hit him. Running out of time? Now isn’t that another elusive escape? A deceptive smile beckoned and encompassed his decree!
In an instant he felt relieved. There, right there, in the turbulent spasm of those handcuffs, dormantly layed his answer.
Basking in his triumph, he let go of everything. Isn’t that what he craved after all under the million different disguises?
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