Life; the Play
The waves were gently touching the shore. He could hear the waves that were flowing through the sand. It was gentle, soothing and in rhythm. "The waves are in rhythm," he thought.
His mind was blank and numb. He was lying down on the seashore, staring at the cloudless sky. He couldn't perceive anything. "No one, no one, no one" kept resonating in his ears.
"Let me die."
"How?"
"Let the waves take me away," he thought
He sat down, glared at the sea. It was gentle. "The waves are in rhythm," he thought. "Even the waves are in rhythm, what about life? Life is in rhythm too. It must be a play and I've got a role to play." He went back home.
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