“Was it all I deserved, an end like this?”, I questioned myself the umpteenth time as I stood still on the shore, gazing at the water beneath. It seemed calm and peaceful but it carried a wild storm deep down in its heart, just like me. Yet, there was a huge difference between us; while it kept going on, I had decided to end it all. It was becoming too hard to carry on with these regrets, I couldn't bear them now. I recalled all the memories; beautiful and ugly, joyful and sad. Some made me smile and others were just painful. I missed all those memories with my lovely family, not so lovely anymore. I never got to see my mother out of the frame for she died while giving birth to me, indeed the sign of bad luck I brought along! Afterwards raised by my father and elder brother, I grew up to be a curse for my family. Neither my father nor my brother ever told me something like that but I felt it and somehow, I experienced it as well. We smiled and laughed together, enjoying every little happiness. However, my relatives never failed to make me realise of my failures. A loser in academics having no specific abilities or talents, neither creative in any field, only a useless weight on my father. Although the care and love I received from my little family was enough to lay a veil over it, yet I couldn't forget this altogether.
And how can I forget the last nail on this coffin; the day when I saw my brother for the last time.... We had gone to school together as he had promised me the previous night. Before he dropped me at the school gate, I was handed over a small packet of nuts—cashews, raisins and almonds; my favourites of course. I smiled and he gave me a hug before leaving. All the day I kept thinking of the cricket match we were going to play in the evening,...