A man came and told me how difficult his life is. He told me he has done with it.
I told him.... I know a girl who isn't happy in her body. She searches her existence and finds HIMSELF in fetters.
I told him I know a girl who was raped by her father in childhood and now, she is being beaten up by her husband. She can't live with her husband and can't go back to her father's house.
I told him that I know a boy who loves a girl, wants to tie the knot with her. But, society doesn't allow him because she belongs to a different lineage. Do you imagine the plight of a lover?
I told him I know a woman who dreams of achieving something. She has been a brilliant student, but her in laws don't let her study because they think she belongs to the kitchen.
I told him... I know a man who wants to rest but can't do the same because he has tons of responsibilities. He has tired... may be... he seems though.
I told him I know a family who lost its sons recently, and now there is no man left for earning.
I told him I know a girl in love with a girl who can't admit she is in love with her. She is always in dilemma. I know such boys too.
I told him I know such students who want to be educated but system demands money for it. They didn't eat their last supper. Have I already told this? Their dishes are empty.
I told him that I know a young widow who wants to be with someone again but she can't because she has dedicated her entire life for her only child with her dead husband.
I told him that I know a mother and a father who are living alone and waiting for their children to come back from a foreign land. They want to celebrate at least a single festival with them.
I did told him that I know a boy who was so talented but couldn't get skills because life went south and now he is working in a company with restlessness and uneasiness. He is not happy. He is working unwillingly.
I asked him- What was your difficulty?
He said... "Nothing"
He asked about mine. I told him I have only one difficulty- They are the real people and I know them personally.
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