Minding his own business as he carefully selects his groceries from the aisle he is stared upon like an outcast, so he hides behind his hooded jacket adjusting it to cover his face. Every time he steps out of the house the piercing eyes remind him of the scars he wants to hide, the scars he wants to forget. Decades have passed, so many comments have been hurled towards him. At times it reaches to the point where he gets too tired, too exhausted to continue. Standing in front of the mirror everyday he stares at himself and towards the scars, the scars he tries to cover so hard everyday, trying to hide it from the world but fails. The half burnt face, the burnt and disfigured left arm, and the unseen scars on his mind which were the painful of all, a gift from the society and its people, that he endured for so long and still continues to do so, every single day. Often looking, rather peeping out of the window, he gets lost in his thoughts and strolls back to that day which changed him fo...
Awesome bro. Did you feel it?
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