A stranger in town

Ever lived in an alien land for months? Hundreds and thousands of miles away from your loved ones. Where you don't even know the language of the people around you. You can't figure out what they are talking about. You can't be anything,but just a distant viewer, mere spectator of the events around you. An Observer, an outsider, A foreigner in your own country. You stroll alone through the streets filled with children and old women. Walking beside the strangers...

  No one pays attention to your existence. . Waking up alone... Going to work alone. No one to talk with. You have no one even to share how lonely you feel. Days pass there. You just wake up...Go to work...come back...eat...listen to the music...watch some shitty videos on YouTube...sleep... Again repeat it next day... You always talk with the four walls of your room.

 But one midnight you realize that you now are really living the life you once dreamt about. 

You had always that voice in your head. That 'Divine' voice which kept on saying "Go far away from your home town.  Live alone somewhere distant. Where no one knows your name.. where you know no one's. Wander..wonder....see the life around you... Live the life with intensity."

 In that same lonely night you recollect your childhood. Hey, please don't take me wrong.

  It's not the kind of nostalgia they carry. You despise people's romanticization of childhood.  The humiliations you felt. The condemns you were subjected to... The laughters of your "friends". How they ridiculed you.  That introvert who always  drowned into his own soul. That poor lonely kid. The loneliness you felt with your own people. Your own parents. The nights you spent weeping alone. The advice of your parents. The punishments. The delusional faith... . The maddening crowds.... You always detested everything...

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All those may have tried to destroy your spirit. But you never lost it. You managed to come out of that. You always had your soul burning. You always dreamt about a distant land. You now realize that this lonely life you live now is far better than those days of struggles. Where you are now itself is a great gain. 

... at least YOU MANAGED TO SURVIVE... 

 You don't regret for not being there again with your people. You never feel guilt, apart from those uncontrollable tears which pour down whenever you think about your lovely little sister miles away from you.