Imagination flitted lurid thoughts of that style, through my brain, till exhausted, I dozed off once more. I was awakened to the clanking and whirrin...g of that old lift outside in the corridor. I had no idea of the time but guessed it was reasonably late in the morning, it being February and judging by the steely grey clouds that were still sweeping past the dirty windows on the far side of the apartment a damp day. What little sleep I had-had was fortunately not cold, but it was fitful,. Well actually, well outside of the main village in the forest. Being the only person who’d make his main living by hunting made me a sort of odd fish here but then, there was the fact that I knew some Guardians. Real Guardians - and I had been in a mission with the Guardians. Unlike the people in my old village the people here valued Guardians very highly and appreciated the work they were doing in keeping their surroundings safe. Safe from some of the scavengers and safe from something else.. He said,“You are imagining things you idiot, don’t start silly rumors like this”Ravi said, “If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll talk with your wife. May be she will talk with that poor girl…”Swami was shell-shocked, he could not move or talk,“Yeah that’s right, I saw you slap that poor girl on the night, maybe she will tell your wife”Swami mumbled, “Please don’t do anything of that sort. I’ll leave the girl alone. Please I beg you”Ravi smiled and said, “I don’t care about that girl, just let. ..Was this how I-was ment-to be..?And it hurts, when the door...Slams.And hits me in the face.It hurts when no one wants to be..Near me.In any place..I walk on the street,all people do is stare...Stare at who I am..If they only knewThe inner pain inside...Would they even cast me away?Or would they keepMocking my presence...The pain becomes too much**CHOURS***Just free my soulThats all I'm asking.Accept me for who I am.Don't laugh at me,You don't understandThe type of person I am.***I see your.