Other Side

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A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. - Mark Twain



It is a dark room, with loud music. People here are struggling to leave the noise of their world. You may find it funny but people like me can not handle quietness, we just know how to replace one noise with another, hard dose of life to firewater. Trying to lose the spirit in order to cheer up. Sometimes these blinding lights go off and sometimes it is all bright. This world may seem alive yet it is untrue. 

How do you sail in the ocean with a tiny crew? I founded this little world to give a ride to half-full souls like mine, but I have been getting a very small part of the town’s population. I know HETHAMIA, my little town has at least 65% energy like mine. Why people are ignoring me? It is irritating, I might break the pipes and mix my spirit in it. You know how I do not like to be alone, all my life I have struggled to make friends but when I founded this bar with you, it gave me assurance of making friends if not that at least I could give gather all these people at one place for some time so they would know they have company, and they and meet again here next time. 

Would you tell me, where did I go wrong? Despite only 3 bars, why do I keep getting rejected? I understand their situation, and I know the sufferings. Did I make my place specially designed with my inner feelings? 

You kept quiet as I talked. Dark black eyes kept looking into mine. Those thick curly hairs on a 5’9 ft body sat across mine. My sharp canines made me like a vampire, I wouldn’t suck blood but always wanted to suck loneliness out of my customers, but I guess I am failing at doing so. 

I looked straight into the eyes of my partner, you. You told me nothing except that smirk. Failed to understand the seriousness in my voice. Even you are the partner I said, angrily. I smashed you, how did you break into hundreds of pieces. I guess I have to buy another mirror to get the answer from you. 

Just when I was about to leave the conference room. Your voice confined me by saying I needed a bigger boat first, to tell people around me I am interested in sailing with them. I needed to have more feelings to show, more than what I feel to have them in my bar. I waited for more words from you. I even fixed the old mirror to hear from you but you kept quiet. You gave your hand as you knew this could possibly be done only by you. I am blinded by my feelings. You will now again act as a partner just like when founded this bar with my name. No doubt it was my time to be on the other side.