Rhea looked out of her window. Bored and Tired of life, She didn't understand why she needs to continue the struggle. The struggle of life. It neither had a beginning nor an end. It just continued on and on and on. It was a pattern. Wake up, Eat, Commute, Work, Same work, Same colleagues, Same Conversation, Same jokes, Commute, Home, Eat, Sleep. Repeat, Repeat and Repeat! Day in & Day Out! She would have given up a long time ago. It was tiring. And yet, no-one seemed to be bothered by it. Some had even made it their purpose of life.
Without her parents, she would have given up a long time ago. In fact, she had even bought a bottle of poison, long time ago when it was easy to attain. There were days, she took the bottle out and stared at it for hours. Contemplating, if her parents were worth continuing this depressing struggle at all. Sometimes, she resented them for bringing her into the world, for making her live.
And today, this struggle was coming to an end. She had just cremated the last of her parents. And once more, she was here with the bottle in hand. She was free now. Free to end it all!
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