Huddles

May be there is something in a story, may be there’s only a story and everybody knows its end.

Whatever the case may be, I am interested in stories, if it has some savor to it the better. There are unsavory stories too, I like them sometimes because of the message they contain.

Aneesh came to me with a story just like that.

It’s a story about repressed feelings and acting out of those feelings.

It seems there were these few comrades; all of them would give their lives’ for others. They gave more than their lives it seems, and that is the story.

In the end, there was a big skirmish, all of their own making. Now they are huddled together and is giggling insensibly because there is nothing else left to do. Poor Aneesh, he seems to have been a member of this club too.

The story was of a denial of some sort. The denied became angry. Now certain people deny certain others certain things because they don’t like those people. What is denied is not of great importance. Its denial was a ruse, was about taking sides.

The denied and the deniers did not win. They realized it long after somebody put up a few notes.

Showing sympathy at the right time has benefits. Now these poor souls are giggling at each other.

Let them have their peace of mind!

Well Aneesh, you are a sad soul. You keep it up