A VICIOUS JUNGLE

Kate used to take the early morning train to work. On the way, the train enters a jungle, not a very long drive with in.

Today she sat beside an old grey-haired man who was shivering from cold.

Are you okay, I don’t need my uniform jacket? Kate asked.

No answer, again: do you need any help, Sir, you might faint?

A tear drop felled on a jerky cheek; resting his palm on the cold window trying to feel the mist.

Or wipe it, Kate thought.

Speechless, he remained.

It is sunny now, mist did vanish, train just exited the jungle.

Grey-haired slowly turned to Kate and whispered:

Baby; we die, we exit.

Sir, jangled, I can hardy hear you.

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Rotten

Spoiled by his mother’s intense care. She used to pamper him more than his younger brother who was the black duck in the family. When he reached sixteen he had a girl friend called Annie. Annie was from a different culture and beliefs. The mother opposed this forbidden relationship. Her son Alex heart was broken. He decided to leave the house.

On a small tissue paper, Alex wrote; Mum, I am so sorry for what I will say. I am now twenty-one and you still treat me like a seven years old boy. I am sorry, my life is now rotten, I am getting rid of snacks you forced me to have for long years. I need to be with Annie. She has a splendor eyes that crumbles my heart to see them. A feeling that I have long fancied and hided it away from you; I always hates to see your tears. Please wait for dad to come back home, he can explain my feelings. Mum, sorry to tell you that now I know that he left us years back for someone who might get his heart healed from his rot. I love you so much Mum.

The Grey-Haired

While taking a cappuccino in a cafe on a cold winter night in a business city somewhere. There was a Six-foot middle aged Grey-Haired in a black suite outside the big front glass of the coffee shop stepping from a dark blue Maybach. He was holding a luxurious handbag and a small brown wallet while entering the coffee shop.  Just on the opposite table, there was a handsome, rich looking young guy in his late twenties taking his coffee with a cigar; form the essence, one can easily tell- it was a pure Havana blend. The cigar smell filled the place.

The Grey-Haired approached him and bow with respect saying: ‘’Sir, I got you what you have forgotten in the office. Please allow me to park the car.’’. Gosh, he was the driver, his boss said nothing showing carelessness while taking the bag and the wallet. Grey-Haired drove away and returned after a while, stood outside the main entrance. His boss noticed him but never asked him to come in.

On the next table sat a pretty young woman with a red blossom in her daring dark black hair sent a smile to the boss.

Gypsy

She noticed him changing his watch with an Armani one from the selection in the hand bag. He smiled back. She approached his table; ‘’ Mr. Handsome,  May I?” She said.

‘’Sure, but, I am just about to leave.’’.

Grey-Haired noticed her, he stepped in very fast with a wheel chair. He was nervous while saying, ‘‘Please, leave him alone, he is in a wheel chair for five years because of a woman; he drove drunk after losing her’’.

She said, ”I can understand and I can help”. The Boss was interested: ‘’Can someone still do?’’.

”Honey, all you need is love, a unique one; I faced the same and I can feel your sufferings”.

Boss looked at the Grey-Haired who shacked his head. ‘’Boss, let us move on, no one can re-create what has been lost so far’’….no prophesy.