He fell forward, waking him up his dream world as the bus gripped break hard. People remained glued to their seats without any change of posture. Although the window seat was vacant everyone sat in the end seat. ‘Society’ he murmured. Surprisingly he heard a call from behind contrary to the norm that day “sit here, young man” Without thinking much he sat down When he liked the atmosphere the man next to him throw first question:”what’s your name?”
He was usually afraid of seeing people together and disliked talking to people and being adviced by them. Keir gave him a fare warning that this question was likely to be a similar clichè. Hiding the smile on his face he replied:”cilius””What are you doing”
“Student”
“Where do you live”
“Nilambur”
“Ooh me too”
“But mine isn’t in the town”
He continued:”Oh! don’t you know that big house near to the pump it’s mine”
“Yea I know”
“Do you know someone who conduct tution center in town? ”
“Yeah, salman sir”
“He is my son”
“I see”
There the silence that came forward again connected him to keir. Cilius start thinking “I have to change myself”.keir replied:”everyday you say this. But nothing happens, why didn’t you ask his name? ”
“Shut up. I hate these kinda talks”
Keir didn’t show any signs of stopping and kept on talking. He thought of a few other things. Finally his thoughts narrowed down to that man.
“Isn’t he leaving? If he leave I could have peace of mind”
Keir:”how selfish of you to try to remove him when he gave you a place to sit”
It made him think about that man deeply.Unbeknownst to that man, cilius glared at him. A sadness hung over it.

The silence inside the bus calmed him down for a while suddenly that man said:”if I gave you half a load of my past, will you keep it?”
Cilius was a big thriller fan and thought for a second that he was a murderer. The man took his silence as a yes and began to speak
“I have two sons. A doctor and teacher. And one can imagine cost of all these. I lay in the Gulf and ate only a dry kuboos and tea. At the same time they ate fast food without feeling any shortage and lived and enjoyed themselves”
His appearance was in the form of conforming what he said.
“But even though I sacrificed so much, he beat me for a girl who walked in yesterday. I made that tution center. But instead of teaching children he fell in love with a minor girl and married her as a minor. A girl from a family with no financial capacity. I instead filed a case against the tution center for him marrying a minor. He hit me over the issue and when my wife defended him despite hitting me,I hit here once in the face. I don’t know because of the bad feeling she also left with him. And i remained like a quiet soul in that big house. My eldest son first took my side and accordingly he also turned towards their way without talking care of me. Now I think it was a mistake that it added also my wife’s name in the property paper as an owner of that house which only remains left in my life. Now they are trying to steal it from me. They are not ready to change that ownership completely to me. Am a person with many diseases they maybe waiting for my death like a vulture so they can have all my wealth. ‘Death’ that thought came to my mind like everyone else. Then all the loved ones said death is my defeat and their victory but living is the opposite.”
He kept wiping his tears while speaking.
The man suddenly got up and cilius realized that it’s his stop. He again said:”don’t share this birden with anyone and if you share don’t say it’s mine. In the meantime I find solace when I see people who have bigger problems than mine. I feel my pain is less when I see them getting through it all. I know that you are also troubled by something. If you think about this ‘is this a problem?’If you are wondering why I am telling you all this? Here is the answer you are the last person on the Earth spoke to me why should I be a burden to others if my death is their victory then let them victorious after all am a dad and every dad like to see his family’s success and victory.”

Before the stunned cilius could even say anything the unknown man got off the bus and walked away

He realised that it’s not the darkness of the dusk it’s the cloud before a torrential downpour

“Is this guy joking or is this a prank show? ” He thought
“Both of them are wrong I can’t understand what’s this man’s actual problem. Is it that the girl is minor or she is poor or his son married her without his permission?
Ok whatever. But someone can die for such silly reason? ”

He thought as he walked after leaving the bus. In the end he got an answer ‘depression is the villain in this story’ “I also has the beginning of it but nothing like his”
He checked newspaper carefully in the followed days after that incident. On day he saw a news a newspaper about an unknown dead body. The news was like this
Height:5’6 feet
Weight:53kg
Man wearing golden framed glasses. Slim figure. Obtained from backwater. Body was beginning to rot.

He realised that it was that man. Even if he has gone, his question is still remaining here
He asked, not knowing to whom in that dark atmosphere
“Is this a problem?”
“Is there an end to this cycle of life? Why does it spin?”
Even the silence there could not answer him.