The Misfit

Its been a while now.

Alone.

Its not that bad really.

For the first few days, you feel scared, frightened actually. You look for someone to talk to, run around trying to find someone who is willing to hear your voice. But you find no one. All you can find are empty roads and vacant houses.

Hunger hits you and you hit the food joint. As usual. Only this time, you don’t have to pay.

Sitting in the empty mall, watching the microwave cook your food for the day, you think. That is what the human mind does when you do not have anything to do.

Think.

Silence speaks to you in whispers filling your head with the endless possibilities. if you are an optimist like me, you would know the endless resources to choose from. No one to stop you.

The next few days are spent ravaging and breaking window panes. Blowing petrol pumps and laughing at the fire. Freedom. No rules to bound you. No one to stop you from doing anything. You blow up a fire hose and have a bath right there on the street, and there is no one to stop you. Carrying a metal stick, you roam around breaking cars, shouting at the top of your voice.

losing head. Caring less. Free.

You try out all the latest clothes and accessories, admiring yourself in the mirror. The beard has grown bigger. The smile on your face grows bigger.

You leave the store naked. Just the way you came to the world. You love it.

A big smile on your face.

TV Reception is gone, but you have all the DVDs to pick from. If you are a movie buff like me, you learn the technicalities of running a projector and make the movie hall your home. A dark room with a small shining eye at the top. Lights from the silver screen light my nights and the voices fill up the empty spaces in my mind

Ah! Life could not be any better. And no one to worry you…

My only concern is, what happens when the food crosses the expiry date. What the hell, I have a lot of dead bodies to choose from anyway.

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