Remorse
In order to achieve what you desire, you have to do whatever it takes, right? The golden rule of reality is that you have to strive to reach your goal and, in the process, get your hands dirty along the way.
“Remorse” by Srimanth Lashkar talks about a person’s guilty conscience, friendship and the invisible moral limit of actions which people around us often cross. It asks to what extent it is morally right for a person to go to grab what they yearn for at any cost.
Credits
This contribution is reviewed by R. S. Chintalapati, edited by Sreeram Rajana, proofread by K. M. Sindhushree & photographed by Pankaj Tottada.
Twelve hours. That’s the amount of time I spend shoving my face into books daily. I wouldn’t consider myself a nerd as I’m being bribed to do this. I don’t have the time to do anything but memorise every single goddamn line from the never-ending pile of books. No matter how many hours I grind, it still doesn’t feel enough. Maybe it’s just me being cautious, but you can never be too careful when it comes to these kinds of situations. You may ask, what kind of situation? I mean, when you’re being gifted a motorcycle if you top the class, stress and sleep deprivation are definitely expected. A Honda is what I chose when I was offered a bike. I was just being considerate by choosing something they could afford, as this deal was me swindling my parents. Do I feel guilty about it? Maybe. I’m not asking for too much. No, All I want is just a Honda.
I briskly climb the stairs with my head facing my feet. The five-year-old white paint coat on the steps fell off just like my energy. The sun goes down as I open the gate to the small rooftop terrace of my apartment. Dizzy in the head, I take a few more steps ahead and fall on the floor, unconscious. I start to feel drops of water being sprinkled on my face. An ugly face pops up with all its teeth in my face.
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