The Corner Bench.

So there's this one park I go to everyday. I don't take anyone along. I go there alone everyday at 5 and sit in the corner bench. I close my eyes and when I open them after a minute, I see these small girls of 11 or 12 playing badminton. Now all these girls ever talk about are the little things in life. They talk about school. They talk about tuition. They talk about what they had for dinner.

But none of them ever tell each other about anything bad that happened.So I wonder, is their life perfect?

They talk about everything and as I listen, all I can wonder is that how the fuck can there be nothing bad about their days? 

Can life really be perfect?

Then I close my eyes again. 

When I open them, I turn my head towards the other corner.

There, I see a little girl wearing a frock on the swings and then to her right, I see her dad,pushing her to flight. 

Now that makes me freeze for a minute or two. 

No matter how hard I try, I can never break my stare when I see them. `

Because both of them have this look. A look I once saw on my father's face but haven't seen since as long as I can remember. 

But then, what can I do about it. I know, being the obnoxious jerk that I am, I am never going to rebuild my relationship with my father that fell apart a long while ago. 

So I thought, why not do what I have always done. 

Just write about it here and feel like something's off my chest when I know, it's always going to be there. 

Till the day it's not there, 

WISH.