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Why curse me
#WritcoStoryPrompt45
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer.
Saying this she went to her bed, thinking of the time when she could have turned down the offer. But nothing can be done now it's too late, she cried by looking up in the sky.
She remembered her days when she was a kid and a studious child among her cousins, quiet and simple. Her father was a government employee and belong to middle class family, since she was a child she was a competetor among her friends and cousins.
Every year she and rest of her cousins had to embarrass each other by getting extra marks in the exam. This competition was injected into their minds from there parents.
Harsh and rough truth of the society. They never got to enjoyed there childhood. That was the era when committing suicides for the students was more easy rather than struggle..
Thinking of that she cried and cursed the time. As she completed her schooling now it was the time to take admission in the college which means more money.
Her father was retired by then and had no choice but burrow money from someone.
There was a man who cared her a lot he was his uncle he decided to come up and take the charge.
As she burrowed the money the news spread like a fire amon all the relatives, and her fall down started.
Although, she completed her studies with that money but her education didn't worked for her.
She started began to sick, everywhere she goes all the aunty in the relations remind her of the money. This feeling of being targeted every time attacked her in regular intervals in her life time.
She suffered terminal disorder. The faith and interest in humanity was nothing to her.
Sitting in a corner telling this stories to her uncle she said I am losing my interest in human beings..
© Fareed Ahmad khan
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer.
Saying this she went to her bed, thinking of the time when she could have turned down the offer. But nothing can be done now it's too late, she cried by looking up in the sky.
She remembered her days when she was a kid and a studious child among her cousins, quiet and simple. Her father was a government employee and belong to middle class family, since she was a child she was a competetor among her friends and cousins.
Every year she and rest of her cousins had to embarrass each other by getting extra marks in the exam. This competition was injected into their minds from there parents.
Harsh and rough truth of the society. They never got to enjoyed there childhood. That was the era when committing suicides for the students was more easy rather than struggle..
Thinking of that she cried and cursed the time. As she completed her schooling now it was the time to take admission in the college which means more money.
Her father was retired by then and had no choice but burrow money from someone.
There was a man who cared her a lot he was his uncle he decided to come up and take the charge.
As she burrowed the money the news spread like a fire amon all the relatives, and her fall down started.
Although, she completed her studies with that money but her education didn't worked for her.
She started began to sick, everywhere she goes all the aunty in the relations remind her of the money. This feeling of being targeted every time attacked her in regular intervals in her life time.
She suffered terminal disorder. The faith and interest in humanity was nothing to her.
Sitting in a corner telling this stories to her uncle she said I am losing my interest in human beings..
© Fareed Ahmad khan
