Kira was walking in the park. The sky was gloomy as usual, yet it was not the totally bad weather. Spring had begun, and the sleeping beauties of nature just started to awaken. Everything else was damp except the concrete and tiled walking paths in the park. Several beings from the neighborhood were there, out for a walk as he was.
He sat on the bench, by the big playground. A couple were playing with a rugby ball, throwing and catching in turn. He saw another emerge from the bush behind the playground. Their dog preceded them into the ground. Dog, looked happy as always, dogs are. Sometimes he wondered dogs are happier than him. It met with another in the middle of the ground. Like real human beings greeting each other, they wagged their tails and ran away together.
He took a deep breath. He felt like the sky. Closed his eyes and listened the sounds. Sounds opened up another dimension to the same world. He could hear, things he could not see. He could hear wind, which he could not see. He could hear birds and he could hear the bell of a cycle, and a couple walking by. He could hear a tinder voice of a little girl talking to her mom. And he drifted in his mind into the past.
Six years ago, he was a clerk in a private firm. He used to tire himself daily, working nine hours per day. It wasn't hard work, for his body, yet his mind was exhausted at the end of the day. Never ending unhappy crowd, he had to work with, for the minimal pay that he got. It was barely enough for him to survive. It was all past and he smiled as he was far away from the that past.
He remembered one such afternoon, stressed by work, he had to walk out of his office. He was about to burst, and he had to walk out. He ran into a nearby cafe, put his hand into his pocket and had few coins. He bought a tea and started to slip it looking out of the window. He saw a small boy, in rubbish worn-out cloths looking through the window. The boy looked hungry and afraid. Afraid of the society which abandoned him and had been cruel to him. As his eyes met the eyes of the boy, he ran away. Darted across the street like a ghost. And saw the boy stopping by the drain on the other side of the road.
Ghost boy waited half a minute and bending forward staring at the drain, and next second he jumped in the drain and vanished from the view. As Kira got up and went to the window to see what happened and he saw the boy climbing out of the drain. Triumph in his eyes as he held onto a note. Dirty old, ragged note. And he was full of black dirt and oil up to his belly. And vanished through the crowd who wanted to get away from the stinking pile of running garbage.
Suddenly he was awakened by the bark. A proud dog walking by him with his lavish owner, the sight of affluence. He smiled to them. He felt happy he was away from the hell. Yet he felt a deep sadness in his heart when he remembered the Ghost boy, and the cup of tea. Maybe he died in a dark corner of an alley. And he abandoned him.
Thank you for reading, a cup of tea and a Ghost.
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