His inbox was flooded with messages and he was trying to answer all of them. He was tired of explaining that he had life outside Instagram, outside his Instagram account, outside writing. Whom he was kidding writing was his life and he knew it. He had no choice but to focus solely on his career, a career which he didn't even consider as career.
In his opinion politics was destruction. In one of his poetry he even wrote how politics was a synonym of sabotage and how it didn't bring anything but eradication and still here he was, sabotaging himself.
He received one more message and like every other account, he had conversated with this person before but unlike any of the account he remembered this person even when the account didn't have a proper username and profile picture. He remembered how she enquired about him, how her texts were reflecting the surprise she had. Thinking about the conversation of the past brought a smile on Rishi's face. He released a sigh and took a hold of his phone to reply the text
Hey! Is everything alright?
Why are you deleting your
account suddenly?
Hii! Nothing just
some personal matters.
Nothing to worry. Btw
Thanks for your concern.
He was going to reply next person when his phone dinged with notification, it was a video which was sent by his father. He opened the video and saw it was a clip of him clip of him crying in the car which was taken at the day when he went to meet with CM. For him crying was not a big deal, crying was just an emotion. In his opinion there was nothing embarassing about crying, it needed to be embraced. But his theories were rubbish in the eyes of his father and the fact that the video was sent by his father wasn't a help either. He knew he was going get scolded for crying like a kid.
He ignored the fact and saw one more notification came but it was from Instagram a message from the stranger, the stranger who felt more closed than the closed ones. He viewed the message..
We all have our personal
matters. We all are
suffering in the same
way just for different
reasons.
That's the most accurate
shit that I've ever read
Well, the most accurate
shit that I've ever read
are your poetry.
No matter whatever
you are going through
please don't abandon
writing.
I am not abandoning writing
I can never do it.
I am just taking a break
from all this hustle and
bustle.
You are not sounding
like a poet today.
Just because I am a poet
that doesn't mean everything
i say has to rhyme.
I do have some serious issues
to deal too.
We all have serious
issues in our life and
we have no option
other than dealing with
them.
Yes we do. We have to
bleed everyday and act
like bleeding isn't painful
at all.
Sometimes we have to
pay the price of being happy
and that price comes in the
form of tears, pain and
abandonment of our loved
ones, and sometimes we
have to pay that price for
our whole life.
Whatever I say you
act like you have suffered
from that particular thing.
That's what writers do.
We treat everyone's wound
as our own.
You are seriously great
with words. You know
how to play with words.
Life has played with me so
much that now i know how
to mold words and not to
make them look broken.
I take my words back
You are sounding exactly
like a poet.
Haha.. Thank you..
By the way is it seriously going
to be our last conversation?
Yeah.. it is
So can I ask you a question?
Sure, go ahead.
What's your name??
YOU ARE READING
It Doesn't End With Us
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