He saw the sun setting across the horizon. He watched him fade in his own glory. He tried to peep beyond the high walls of the church but all he found was darkness. . Once upon a time, this used to be a place of worship. People used to go there with faith. But with time even its children had abandoned him. He looked down and found the angel still guarding his fortress of faith.
And he laughed at himself. He had thought he would find solace there but like him, even God was lonely tonight. And Like others even he turned his face on him and walked away. On his way he saw a big crowd on the street. He heard a women cry. Her husband was beating her in front of her child. He looked at her eyes and he knew how much she wanted to hit him back. How much did she want to shout at him for coming home drunk every night. She wanted to tell him how much had she cried alone when he slept with other women. But he knew she wouldn’t. She knew she no longer mattered to him. He would kick her out and bring another woman. And that would be the end of their love. She just wasn’t ready to let him go. And deep inside he knew, even his heart was singing the women’s song of sorrow.
He walked back. He sat on the bench by the church. He took out his diary from his bag. But he didn’t have the courage to open it. It once used to have memories which he used to cherish. But now they were just pages. He knew he was running away from them and he also knew he had failed in doing that.
He looked at the church again and the big board flashed across his eyes, “Let me in your heart Son. Once i find a way in, you won’t be able to take me out.”
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