I was far from perfect. My imperfections overwhelmed me so much that their weight, weighed me down. I hid the pain by boycotting myself from the world and chose the easy world of drugs. They helped me forget and escape, momentarily, till I decided to cure my unhappiness differently.
I figured, if I got active on the social circuit, I wouldn’t have to face myself. So I made an effort to hang out with strangers and friends, hopped from bar to bar all night, but it all gave a hollow and a fake feeling inside. I was still not at peace.
Then one day, I could not take it anymore. I sat on the ground and let my tears dampen it. I understood suddenly that you can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another… you can’t run away from yourself. The relationship that I tried to destroy was the one that would save me in the end… the relationship with my own self.
Today, I am able to embrace my strengths and weaknesses. I am discovering every day that there is beauty in imperfection and every discovery brings me even more joy.
Peace is seeping in…
I chose the quote “You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another” taken from Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises”.
A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. Michael Kent of The Next Big Writer used “Droubble” for a double drabble, a story in exactly 200 words.
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A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. Michael Kent of The Next Big Writer used “Droubble” for a double drabble, a story in exactly 200 words. This is my first attempt at a DROUBBLE.
“Even after 56 years of abandonment and neglect it still looks grandiose!” he thought with a wry smile as he soaked in the architectural beauty and marvel of the Mill Road Railway Station.
Situated some 50 miles from the nearest civilization, Mill Road Station catered to mainly the goods trains and a fortnightly passenger train.
Destiny had brought him here as the Station Master but he desperately wanted to change it then.
The love and longing for his new wife did not let him enjoy the respect and responsibility this job gave him.
And then, a passenger died under mysterious circumstances. The furore of an inexplicable death and the ‘ghostly’ stories doing the rounds terrorised the small task force of employees of the Mill Road Station.
In no time, the station was labelled as a haunted one with no train stopping to stop there and no railway employee willing to work.
On a request of the lone warrior of the Mill Road Station, the Station Master was transferred and the station was closed and labelled as abandoned station.
Today, he desperately wished that this visit would lay his inner ghosts and the ghost of Mill Road Station to rest, finally.
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