Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
While, eating my lunch, I cast him a quick look. Sitting in that lonely corner of the cafe, that man in his late thirties was shedding tears.
I felt a strange urge to console him. But, before I could say anything, he stood up and went away. I too, paid my bill and headed for the door.
Passing by his table, I saw a folded paper. Out of curiosity, I opened it. It was a letter
… We are enjoying spring season here. The leaves are green and the sun is shining brightly. Everything is looking beautiful…
Mother is missing you a lot. Do write to us.
Your loving sister
The dampness of letter revealed the agony of a man. Despite living among the luxuries of life, the man was missing his homeland and the pale yellow sun of a cold winter was reminding him of all the colors of life which he had left behind.
I folded the paper and put it carefully in my pocket. I wanted to give it back to him. After all, it was his most prized possession.
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“You tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.” Oscar Wilde
This fairy tale is very close to my heart. The death of little swallow and the great sacrifice of kind-hearted Prince always bring tears to my eyes.
It’s true that we tend to enjoy all the opulence in our lives. From delicious foods to new clothes and from new clothes to warm and cozy beddings, we live a life in splendour and never bothers to think about the pains and sufferings of those people who are deprived of all these luxuries.
Our fridges are full of variety of foods but still we are unsatisfied. We want more clothes and we want more luxuries.
And, here these people are living a life of poverty. Their poverty creeps through their houses and their hungry eyes tell the ordeal of their sufferings.
So, how can we become a Happy Prince?
The truth is we can all live life like a Happy Prince and for that we need to have a kind heart. In fact, our selfless and considerate acts will bring happiness in the lives of these poor people.
Oscar Wilde was an Irish writer and poet. From ”The Picture of Dorian Gray” to the ”Importance of Being Earnest”, Oscar Wilde left an indelible mark on literature and theater. He died on November 30, 1900 in Paris.
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