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A black soul in a black and white room, full of tragedy of life which takes every disguise possible.

Are you alright?

And the wind gushes in through the windows.

How was your day? I ask again.

And the energy drops as low as the cold from the windows.

“The trouble that you feel could be nothing more than what life generally gives.” I think to myself as I sit beside you, so close, to atleast give you some warmth in this cold weather.

I rise to close the windows, and you hold my hand,

“Let me feel the cold please. I feel nothing.” You look at me, and I see two eyes, one nose, and your beautiful mouth, and no expression to note.

You keep your hands in mine, and my both hands wrap your cold fingers, to transmit some warmth in you.

We stay in silence, and I find myself looking at you at intervals trying to read you with failure thats brutal to the dews.

A life of love, and a life of pain, both touches your heart at the same intensity, but with different side-effects.

One leaves you feeling important, and one leaves you feeling unwanted.

Which one is it?

I sense, the feeling of unwanted rules your soul for today.

I face you, and place my hand on my heart.

I tell you to press your chest hard, till you feel your heart.

Keep your eyes met with mine, and you shall feel every word I say.

“What do you feel?” I ask.

“Just the beating of the heart, that never stops.”

“Does it tell you, that it needs a break?”

“How will I live then?”

“Well then, die love. A permanent break.”

“No, I have dreams, Some plans to flourish. But I feel scared standing alone in this battlefield.”

“Scared of what? Life?”

“I just feel nothing.”

“Well, you’re feeling your heart beating right now.”

“And it will keep on beating and beating and work every single day, till one day your soul is ready for the next stage of leaving the physical.”

“Yes, I want to feel something when I go. I wanna see the fruition of my efforts, so that I can smile and go. But I am only 22, and I still have a life to do.”

“So, yeah, I must keep living, keep breathing, keep growing, even though today I feel nothing but my heart beating in this cold art of nature.”

“I feel my heart, I do feel my heart now and its presence inside of me, and its struggle for keeing me alive. And that is enough for today atleast.”/ enough for today to the very least.