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The name is 2020
“What are you gazing at?”, I asked Twenty.
“Nothing. Just gazing at the sunset.”, he replied with a distant look in his eyes. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? It’s probably the last one. Guess they are going to hate me a bit less now.”
Yes. The sunset was beautiful and so was he.
His name is Twenty. I don’t quite remember exactly how we met, but one day suddenly he was there. Casually, just like, when you are choosing the best pastry for yourself at the bakery and a stranger tiptoes beside you, complementing your taste; or when you are taking pictures with your friends in the hall after readjusting and redoing your hair and a stranger passes by smiling at you. So, he was there; in my room, on my shelf, on my windowpane, every nook and corner of my house. He was quite grey and sad, just like a kid who had been told that there will be no Santa this year.
He never complained. He never talked about how much he suffered. There were nights when he would lay awake with a pillow in his chest when thousands of humans found peace (or at least they say so), six feet under the soil in a single day. He would twist and turn on the bed because some actually created lives to destroy other lives. Occasionally he would smile, seeing me play ludo, hearing me sing, watching me write journal. Again, I never corrected him that we were killing time. We were injuring him.
My computer could never be on diet. It was getting full. The lipstiicks that matched my dresses were replaced by masks that people thought were cool for Whatsapp status. I was becoming a good cook (at least that’s what I thought). I finished listening to each and every song Taylor has ever song. I educated myself on KPop and watched the webseries and movies. And finally one day I noticed Twenty slipping away from me. From my life.
I caught him looking up the 2020 memes and monthly economical statistics. His lips were pursed. His eyes were red as he was about to cry. I wanted to embrace him and tell him I chose not to hate him just because some hu(monsters)mans went crazy. And he skipped dinner when he saw a family moving out because they had a small business and they couldn’t be brave enough.
I wanted to write him a song or a poem, hoping that would make him feel better as that was all I could do, just scribble and become a silent complainer. But things wouldn’t be the same as before any time soon and we both knew that. He will have to say goodbye stepping into the graves and remnants that there will be people who wouldn’t want to see him again.
But I also wanted him to know that I didn’t hate him and there are people like me out there who believe that he taught us to value relativity of choices, preferances and priorities. There are people who believe that he helped some to find themselves.And there are people who believe that along with the damages caused, the moment of finding oneself will also exist and he will be remembered and cherished.
#goodbye2020
© TheUncoveredThoughts
“Nothing. Just gazing at the sunset.”, he replied with a distant look in his eyes. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? It’s probably the last one. Guess they are going to hate me a bit less now.”
Yes. The sunset was beautiful and so was he.
His name is Twenty. I don’t quite remember exactly how we met, but one day suddenly he was there. Casually, just like, when you are choosing the best pastry for yourself at the bakery and a stranger tiptoes beside you, complementing your taste; or when you are taking pictures with your friends in the hall after readjusting and redoing your hair and a stranger passes by smiling at you. So, he was there; in my room, on my shelf, on my windowpane, every nook and corner of my house. He was quite grey and sad, just like a kid who had been told that there will be no Santa this year.
He never complained. He never talked about how much he suffered. There were nights when he would lay awake with a pillow in his chest when thousands of humans found peace (or at least they say so), six feet under the soil in a single day. He would twist and turn on the bed because some actually created lives to destroy other lives. Occasionally he would smile, seeing me play ludo, hearing me sing, watching me write journal. Again, I never corrected him that we were killing time. We were injuring him.
My computer could never be on diet. It was getting full. The lipstiicks that matched my dresses were replaced by masks that people thought were cool for Whatsapp status. I was becoming a good cook (at least that’s what I thought). I finished listening to each and every song Taylor has ever song. I educated myself on KPop and watched the webseries and movies. And finally one day I noticed Twenty slipping away from me. From my life.
I caught him looking up the 2020 memes and monthly economical statistics. His lips were pursed. His eyes were red as he was about to cry. I wanted to embrace him and tell him I chose not to hate him just because some hu(monsters)mans went crazy. And he skipped dinner when he saw a family moving out because they had a small business and they couldn’t be brave enough.
I wanted to write him a song or a poem, hoping that would make him feel better as that was all I could do, just scribble and become a silent complainer. But things wouldn’t be the same as before any time soon and we both knew that. He will have to say goodbye stepping into the graves and remnants that there will be people who wouldn’t want to see him again.
But I also wanted him to know that I didn’t hate him and there are people like me out there who believe that he taught us to value relativity of choices, preferances and priorities. There are people who believe that he helped some to find themselves.And there are people who believe that along with the damages caused, the moment of finding oneself will also exist and he will be remembered and cherished.
#goodbye2020
© TheUncoveredThoughts
