He looked outside the top floor of the double Decker bus as Mumbai soaked in rain. Mumbai looked beautiful but his mind did not register anything outside. His brains went through the motion of thoughts and memories as each past memory tormented him. The rain lashed on the bus window with drop seeping through the old dingy bus. He chocked under his own thoughts and life was depressing. All attempts to come out and move on met with a mental blockage of his own thoughts coupled with the frustration of his failure. As his stop approached, he mechanically got down. As he walked into the office, he wanted to turn back and run out.
“Escape from all this, run away.” His mind warned “Run when you can”
A colleague tapped him on the shoulders
“Hi! Long time no see? How are you?”
“Fantastic!” he smiled and moved on to his desk.
His mind screamed to cry while his face wore a mask for the world.