Accompanied
by None on the Shores
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I thought I should escape from this life. From the atrocities of what is happening, from the responsibilities, I have held, and from the crowd, I am exhausted. I thought I should find out the spot where I feel alone, away from those depressions, away from the loads. I remembered them who had lost their time on shores and proclaimed that the very lonely place.
It was an evening, I took my bike and escaped, I dodged to the destination, to the shores. I expected myself there. Yeah! Definitely, I was. I saw no one around. It was the time I was alone. I recalled those souls who had elaborated their ruminations and said,” Here we met with ourselves.”
That day, I came to the shores. I came to see myself. I wanted to meet myself. Meet my inner soul. Elaborate those puzzles I have faced and left. I came to sigh deep inside, and dig all out. I came to half my responsibilities and free myself from. I came to share a smile here, a glimpse here, and a blink here.
I made that. I felt relax. I succeed in sharing my atrocities, I supervened my liabilities there. I started seeing the sceneries in a modish sight. I could judge the scales of nature. I totally changed and so my mind.
After a while, I thought for a moment and asked myself, “Was I alone?” The answer was “NO.” I thought again and asked myself,” With whom I was? , To Whom I shared my hardships?. Who was there to listen to me? Was there anybody nearby?” I got my response, not from me, but from that who accompanied me in my loneliness, with whom I was sitting by, from him who listened to me. “The shores.”
The shores, the noisy shores. The shores that flowed all my sorrows with the wavelets. The shores which disappearance accompanied me with the cacophony. There, I realized I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t one. I had a friend there and a friend that washes my deeds in it. From then on, I started sharing everything with the shores.