Three Individuals?
Everything began, when three individuals who usually passed by each other pretty much every day, stopped amidst the chaos, to have a casual conversation in an attempt to know more about each other. Irrespective of the opinions of bystanders, these 3 individuals, in reality, could be identified as - a lost writer, a broken athlete, and lastly, a failed academic "genius".
When the normal chitter-chatter quieted down, the writer broke the ice, by asking what each of them was proud of achieving in their own fields. The athlete proudly spoke that he had been well known because of his accolades and he treasured the respect he'd garnered from his colleagues, coaches, opponents, and a family who was unsupportive of his interest in sports. The academic genius modestly spoke of some of his academic and non-academic accolades but more importantly, about how his work had been affecting people in markets and organizations. The writer said that of all the work he'd done, he was proud of this one monologue he wrote to justify his exact feelings then and that he'd share it at the end.
Moving on, they started talking about their troubles but also things that kept them going. The writer addressed that arriving at that premise to write upon but then not being able to arrive at that emotion and losing the true nature of the original premise, was that one thing. The athlete who had prowess in several sports said that he was someone with an injured knee, which was a hindrance in afterthought. Which of those jumps could be the last of his career. The academic genius was bothered by how much or how less his academics helped him in his professional career, acquiring & excelling at skills unrelated to academics to have a maybe successful career, in a society where nothing but perfect is expected.
With each of them at their thresholds and getting ready to leave, the writer stood up to recite the monologue he'd written.
"So one fine day I woke up, with my body sore and sorrow under my eyes. With no memory of when I slumbered in that deep sleepless night - the sadness streamed down my eyes transforming into tears as her face or even a single thought of her came to my mind. With a deep sigh, I put my fists on the bedside - tears started pouring from my eyes, wetting the floor where I planted my feet. Very Slowly and gradually I realized that I had lost her and probably for good."
The writer remembered that exact feeling, again, and sobbed but was then surprised to see the other in tears too. They remembered that same feeling, the exact same feeling. The resonance was unrealistically uncanny. Why you ask? Well, they were never three individuals but three individualities of the same person. Of whom you ask? Well, I wonder.
