Relocation To New Space
“Put that glass over there, please”. “Let me know if you guys need anything from me. Son of a!, Get your back outta here.”
“Sorri, jiji”.
“Sir!”.
“Alrigh from next”.
It’s been 14 years on a single apartment. But rooms are looking the same. Passions are same. I’m the same man. Bad behavior remains the same. Same as my Father I’ve been all my life. Got no emotion but I’m the most emotional. Rent’s the same. Structure’s the same. Struggling and struggle is always been real. As real as it gets and as it’ll be I’m ready. Father’s ready out there. Sweat, Blood, Curse, Relation all’s driving literally.
“How are ya, son?”. “How’s yar day?”.
New space. New emotions. Same goals. Different days. Relocated this afternoon. Sun went down, but the mood went up. It’s upgraded that’s the reason. Reason I’m the only son. Future breadbearer. SAME!!
“Did yu get hurt, son?. “Any pain? Sad?”.
Dad! Quite interesting. Because it’s you though. Good with me cause I’m the only son.
“Mom’s good, dad”. (Phone switched off)
Father’s been good with mother since never. Father’s good. U know where I get my bad behavior from? My dad. My Grandfather indeed. Generations it is. Bad was always been the weakness. I’m tough like my past anchors. I’m bad like my present. I’m bad because not for the reason I’m bad. Because I’m just carrying the blood.
By the way, I’m relocating though.
“Sir, this things, Where shoud we keep them?”.
“Put it on my head, busturd!”.
“Sir, sorri. We managed those. We’ll keep it mind.”
“You guys know what I meant”.
“Okai”.
“Thanks, payment’s clear. You guys can leave. Thanks for your time and help”.
I said you all I’m good like my father. Bad is just my opinion. I guess it is my emotions. But who cares a bit. I’m a fighter. And I’ll always be.
“It’s all God’s plan”.
A boy asked to God, “If everythin is written in destiny, then why should I wish?”.
God’s be smiling and saying,”May be on some pages I’ve written “AS YOU WISH””.
Oh yes! I believe in God. In the oneness of the Almighty God.
Jihad’s on the way. Still struggling as always been.
The J Word
What?
It’s ok. It’s Journalism…
Gonzo? And through me?
Quite Possible though. But I’m workin.
You?
“Nah!”, he said. “I’ve got no paper but floor”.
I’ll help you then. We’ll start from greetins to thank you. Well, you have four while JiJi got one.
Alright JiJi
Cheers Chair
“Teach me your Gonzo”.
You got no idea but you are a Gonzo yourself. You object mutharfckar!
Indeed J
The Journey Begins
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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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