A short story -Part three
A short story [Part three]
A call awakened the Toll-free hotline of preventing suicide and self-harming substance abuses. As predicted by the target audience, it is Rene, the social worker who is the call recipient on the other end. Rene is a part time non paid trainee of a newsroom service with headquarter located outside the jurisprudence of the country. With the disastrous mood shifter reasons prevalent between the two job situations, the hypertensions haunts him down, but he hardly talks about that. He is ready to be ready with all these insecurities to adapt to a situation which is nothingness in grievance other than proving to be full proof evidence to hold a line, secure a seat, having a duty with the ticking time to raise the chorus of an anode to the impeccable divine , an exaltation.
Recently he was doodling in his diary,
"Serving as a curator of the museum of the Hiroshima museum in Japan that mourn every day in the month of August will be stopping you to plant a tree in Bard [The Bangladesh Academy for Rural Development (BARD)], the cemetery of the warrior with the fallen valiant veterans of World War two. But, Ordinary people are extra ordinary in that way. Out from no where a leader is born, a star is a promising comet in cosmic delight and ever merciful God is the ultimate omniscient just mind beyond all these, proving nothing elsewhere. A solemn autumn harvest song within the humbling heart songs."
He and his mundane within all these, beyond all those !
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