The breeze comes breezing over the oceans brings her suspicious air stirring her tranquility leaving her to fight with the just-arrived suspicion and the self-imposed conviction.

Only a confirmation can judge who is to be trusted as they both have been naturally truthful and the fight that has overcome her is unprecedented.

Directness is not a habitual thing that she is used to , however, she is no child and nature has certainly ordained senses like all of us, so the tactful telephonic investigation is started through which she wants to clear out the confusion that has lingered in the air for long.

She senses and eventually finds out the betrayal nature of her prince charming. He is not a charming prince he is another sneaky prince who is loathed by any pure soul.

The elegant but undesirable angelic Miss Trauma is virtually around most of the time and her omni nature has been despised but she is not to be shut out. Expectedly, she will drop by uninvited and befriends the depressed souls with cloudy heart.

Yes, she is here with grace and caring to heal the schizophrenic person. She tells her the unforgettable stories she has and the schizophrenic patient listens with teary eyes.

We wonder if Miss. Trauma the healer is prescribing her the right panacea for the heart-wrenching malady. We are just passers by who try the best not to see this kind of incidence but it is inevitable and this could be a good story if told differently.

It was no accident that she chose him but it was an accident that she was sure of him. That accidental matter has become an incidental matter accidentally. An injury from the unprecedented accident can hinder one's life for a moment and virtually forever people with weakling natures.

If you have the desire to go on and live a life, even though, a wrecked life one has to do the self-convincing job that there is a life and the need to send SOS message is not needed.

Come on! Kick that shit out of our psyche; it is the numb and programmed psyche of yours is operating the system in you. A resolute mind is to be tested and she has the credential to get through that as though appearing for that examination is a vital matter in her life.

We fail at where we are weak and able to pass those we have advantage over them. But the one that has been pushing up and down has got to be defeated it is matter of survival and if you are consumed by it then your are going to surrender to the fate whose hobby is to discriminately follow the people.

You have got no choice my dear if the decision is what the fucking fate has granted then one is likely to contrite when you see peers walking hand to hand on the street. It does appear like an unassailable power which has just come down on you but who are you to decide the strength of a power that has not been exposed?

I am a writer trying to convince you that you that the monster should be entangle around your softy neck only to eat you alive and leave you crippled. May be I consider to advise you since I was also a human with sorrows and happiness who was enabled by time to stand up against this mind-wrenching cycle.

I am still alive but not in the human form. I was just sick of that ordained life. They allowed me to live, eat, walk according to their rules. Judging things from their standard was another disgusting that I despised the most while I was once human.

Now, again, who am I - an alien or a spook with a touchable mind and hands who can still express his sorrow tales?

Well, at some stages you might conclude not to lend your ear to me as I am just a spook. The life I had and what I rendered them was incomprehensive until I died to realize that I was painful.

Mine was quite different and gruesome compare to yours; I was marked as a red boy before I was born and when I came to this world all I had was the things they wanted me to achieve and how those could be done. As being an instinctive being I protested but they had stuffs that could easily eliminate the lives of people like me.

We were worth less than a bronze bullet. Everything was fine and cold unless we raised our eyes. The day you raised your eyes that would be day you would earn a ticket to hell or heaven and many certainly did earn.

Some of my types wanted to go to heaven since we had white missionaries who told us how heaven and hell were like. We all believed since they didn't have any dead skins and bruises like we had so what ever they said was enticing.

They came like real Santa Clause with sakes full of western sweets and robes to wrap up our sinned bodies. Besides them there were also another funky bald people with paints on their forehead to rescue us from the arcane lifestyle.

They chanted where they went or might be they were trying to lull us with their holy songs. Apparently theirs panaceas were rather inciting and deepening the conflicts as well as our problems and there they opened for us a wide chasm between us to define the differences among us.

Yours can be cured since the forces around you are helpful and rather sympathetic. Stop being like a weakling and stand up for what you deserve. I rather leave it to you alone with the story of yours otherwise readers might groan for I have been narrating my own rather than yours to convince your ripped apart soul.

I have to earn bread and butter from this narration keeping that in my mind I should learn how to contain my emotions.

to be continued...