It was raining

It was raining. Probably, the time was 6:25 pm, I was driving back home. But this very drive was some what related to life, the disturbing experiences that one has in its life, and the cruel experiences that people tolerate. People struggle through life; they want to change the surroundings they have with in the cup of life they are living in to, they bear every pain and look for new shades to come in life. And so was the case me.

I kept on bearing every pain, I kept on the struggle, and I drove on. Another ditch came, I kept driving, another stop sign approached and I kept moving on. This was my life, I wanted to cry, but I froze my tears because I hoped something good would surely await me on a crossroad. Nothing happened.

Atlast, I had to change, and I had to cry. I stopped and came out of the car. I made the rest of the way through the rain, I was crying and I had changed myself to a person I wasn’t. Nobody knew how weak I had become, because no one saw me crying. I am weak now, very weak.

They say time heals, but in fact it makes the wound even worse.