Hunger!

 

I was in a ‘gerai’ that had three tables and four chairs at each table. It wasn’t roofed. The ‘gerai’ was on it’s own surrounded by trees, plants and greeneries. It’s air was cool the heat couldn’t come through. It had a calming affect and it felt safe and soothing.

A man was with an old man at one of the other tables. I was sitting alone at a different table. There weren’t anyone around. After 10 minutes or so I walked up to them and shook their hands, I introduced myself still standing. The old man invited me to sit and I sat. They resumed talking as I listened attentively.

Man: So what did you feel like when you were younger?

Old man: Oh It felt like I was in a constant state of hunger, at the same time my stomach was also uncomfortable and constantly bloated. Caused by indigestion most likely. A consequence of junk and other nonsense; No matter how much I consumed, what type of food I ate, I was never really satisfied. Living was merely an act of surviving, almost like being in a state of stagnant living.

And so I ate with indifference, I went to places, met new people and continued to look for new things to devour—in what appeared like blind hope in achieving self-actualization. To unearth the missing ingredient for what felt like a hunger that would never come to an end.

And then I felt the pressure of failing to subsist, to co-exist with society and the people within. I didn’t know if I could live up to expectations but then I refused and failed to exist, and end up perished.

Man: But… I still feel that way.

I: Erm I feel the same way too.

Old man (smiling): looks like we were destined to meet today. Though…

He didn’t finish his sentence but hurriedly pulled up his sleeves and looked at his watch instead. POOF! And just like that he vanished. The other man too followed suit and vanished with the ‘gerai’ followed by the whole surrounding bringing with the calmness i felt. I opened my eyes and realized that I was on my bed.

I was back in reality and so uneasiness enveloped me – I also realized there was a person sitting across me, on my chair who looked exactly like me. Who just read to me my own work. He sat there now just looking at me.

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  • 1) A bold attempt!
    The plot is there but maybe you can increase the mysterious tone with further elaboration and better narration.
    Keep 'em coming!
  • 2) perhaps this is monologue.
  • 3) Agreed with Val.

  • (Author)
    4) Well originally i just wanted to post up the bolded part. But then it appeared too personal and kinda depressing...so i had to alter it hence the other parts. And yes, it was a monologue, i was thinking aloud..

    Thank you for reading
  • 5) Ah I felt like I was being transported in your world too. But other than that, errr..I do't get it. Sorry

  • (Author)
    6) Sorry for the late reply, I didn't want to reply earlier because the whole story was written in a way where it was meant to be confusing and indirect, though if u just concentrate on the bold part, i was merely feeling emptiness, anger and the desperation in wanting to find truth and. Since u read my stuff, i thought i shud be honest hehe.

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