A man lying down on a field, staring into clear space above him. Its a no man's land with 97 in the shade but he lies emotionless and static.
He is quiet to the extent that he can hear his own heartbeat.
Today, he saw the man again
The man with an ugly face..
met him by the tree again.
He couldn't shake off the rusty look the ugly man gave to him..
He seemed familiar but the faded memory concealed his true identity..
All he could remember was that the man with ugly face scared him to death.
He picks up his umbrella and starts moving. He needed to find his way. So he walks on a faded path carved in the mud, so old that the tracks were almost lost in the layer of withered grass..
Endless hours of journey and he stopped by a huge tree for he found a man, facing the other way. A well suited guy.. just like him.
"May be he will help me. May be he is lost like I am" he whispered to himself. "May be i have found my Lazarus Pit in the wild"
He taps on the shoulder of that man.
The man turns around..
Oh no.. its that man with the ugly face again..
His face was clear this time but how could it be?
The man with an ugly face was him.
Ugly faced man comes close to his left ear and says, "I am you. I am the one who beats his own family.. the one who takes pleasure out of people's misery.. the one who deceives, the one who cheats, the one who lies, the one who is nothing but a hollow structure made of lust, greed and never ending desires.."
"For I am the real you
and you are just someone
I sell the world to..."
The man closes his eyes, realizes his own ugly face, he decides to take a moment. A surge of fear burning in his veins. All the bad memories come rushing back and he becomes numb..
Clearing his thoughts, he lies down on the field, staring into clear space above him..
Today, he saw the man again.
The man with an ugly face...
