Park

Funny isnt it ? When you have ample time to yorself ? When you are not busy. Doesnt it feel that the world around you slows down ? There is always a sense of laziness around your body telling you to slow down as you have all the tme in the world . I was constantly thinking about all of this when I was sitting on the bench in the park on 24 th June 3090 watching the sunset. My birthday but no one was around to celebrate. I didnt depise the loneliness but it kind of felt empty. But I knew i was alone and I wanted to embrace lonlenliness as a long lost friend. One doesnt find much natural beauty in the crowded city of Boston. I had finally decided to take a break from my work and visit this park near my house. I had always found peace here. Not many people come here, though for a few years I have been its only visitor. Always at its best, the park is. The grass is always level and green and the lake crystal clear. Strange things are happening in Boston. People have been talking about some sort of a war. but whatever I cant let some stupid war destroy my evening. I gaze at the sky. The sky never fails to wonder me. How limitless it is, how it stretches into a oblivion. It was strange that no birds were flying in the sky today. The sun also looked bright red like afresh wound . Well I am an artist by profession so i cant help it and my attraction towards colours are fully justified. The fading sunlight falling on the leafage gave them an aesthetic appeal. I had a rising desire inside me to sketch it but i had left my accessories and i am not going back now. I am away. Far far away. The lake by now has aquired its own texture and mixed with the sky forming a limitless horizon which transcended beyond the concepts of time and space to place far away from here far away from anywhere to nowhere. Darkness was slowly setting in and I would have to leave when the moon and stars shone their light on earth. Suddenly I heard someone shout at me,"Hey mister cant you follow instructions? people were supposed to evacuate the city by 1:00 pm the bombing would start soon"."What bombing?" I asked inquisitively. "The robotic warfare of course. what are you some sorta cut off being. Stop acting stupid you need to evacuate to the city " the man replied shouting" "And if I dont?" I say. "THEN YOU ARE GONNA BLOODY DIE. COME ON MAN ! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO FOOL AROUND" the man shouted back at the top of his voice. " Can a man die twice sir?" I asked. "W-what d-do y-you m-mean" the man asked. "Well I am dead isnt it obvious.Why would I be in a park obliterated in the first r-78 war" . I continued nonchalantly. The man was long gone before I finished. He is just like everyone BORING. But nature dosent fail to inspire me . Dusk was finally there but I didnt had to leave. This is where I belong. Isnt it?

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