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Reading In the Park
I was in the park sitting on the bench reading a book when I was approached by an old man carrying a newspaper, he asked me if he could sit by my side to which I replied ''of course". After seconds of silence, he started blabbering on and on about random things in life, I started getting annoyed. I was clearly reading a book and didn't want to be disturbed and I couldn't muster the courage to tell him that. So I just kept nodding my head and agreeing with whatever he had to say, to be honest, I wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying his words were in and out of focus, I wondered how many hours can he talk without stop I wondered how many times did he brush his teeth I wondered if he had any other suit other than the one he was wearing. I wondered about his children about his family and his youth and how he spent it. I dared not to ask me such questions I respected his privacy and he violated mine, repeatedly. I was enjoying the words flying out in the air, the sun, the trees, I was enjoying the view and nature, He was nothing but white noise in a symphony; a beautiful one I might add. He noticed how silent I was then told me I need to be in therapy. Aghast by his comment I didn't understand why he said it, but I realized he wanted me to share something about myself, and when I refused to he got offended. After a while, I excused myself to leave for brief moments and entrusted him with my backpack. I walked few miles, I thought about how short life is, and how fleeting is the happiness we feel when we’re in love. I looked back at the old man; I took a deep breath then pressed the button on the remote control. The sound of the explosion is music to my ears.
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