Non-existent Existence

This is a story line of two lovers, who are perhaps bidding each other goodbye.

In this post the scenario is quite dark. Lead person feels no one in the world is constructive. Everyone is angry and destructive. Its all so upsetting that it seems embracing death will mean better life than living. 

Few years ago I had visited holy town of Shirdi. While walking around I reached a tiny village like area with cows being fed, some fruits and flower sellers and finally I landed in narrow insignificant lane. I saw this inconsequential saloon, where the barber was sitting at shop's entrance and waiting for customers... Few months after I was back at home I saw the photograph again and a whole haunting story developed in my mind.

I am trying to say that everything fully dressed or in its final stage is not necessarily pretty, things that are half way there also can be and are beautiful.

I use a character named 'Gautam' in many of my stories. Gautam is a person who is calm, stable, undisturbed, kind and also very quick. He can also fight calmly without really harming anyone unduly. Here he is analyzing his own life, what does he have and how much of 'nothing' he owns.

This is a bit philosophical. I had written it few years back. So, I call my earliest existence as a point. When I was a child, life was so peaceful. I grow, life and other things get complicated. People come into life and now they have to be dealt with also, not just my own simplicity.  It could also be compared to beginning of life on earth, as single cell organism. 

Please do not try to change my ideas. Because my ideas make me, who I am.