This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "...and the world was silent again"
I, an unwanted consequence of an inebriated desire of a respected creature of his society, was born on a busy road. Passerby watched with amazement as I was unwanted, but the world was silent.
Outside on the pavement of the toy shop where my days of infancy were spent, I craved for many things. People went in and came out with pitiful eyes screaming that I was unwanted but the world was silent.
The school in which my mother worked as a cleaning lady, I was unwanted irrespective of the promises I displayed as a child prodigy, and the school where I went was never cleaned, but the world was silent.
I faced all the challenges thrown at me by my destiny with a straight face even though all my dreams succumbed because of only one requirement, whereas uncountable crores were unaccounted, and the world was silent again.
But, suddenly everybody started speaking, everybody started cursing, a highly respectable citizen of this society had died.
“Why was the world not silent this time?” Labelled as a terrorist, this thought randomly crossed through my mind. “Perhaps, because nobody knows that he was my father, or do they?” I smiled.
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