Fate

I saw him the first time in a cafe across my street. I noticed him in the crowd of people instantly. He looked handsome, moreso beautiful. He was different from all the people I have seen before. Not that I have a lot of friends- I am the least social person you will ever meet. But he was different. You will know when you look at him.

Only you won't be able to see him. You wouldn't even know his existence. You wouldn't even know if he walks past you.

And you will see him only twice in your life. One- when you are born but you are too young to remember. Two- one when you are dying but too scared to remember.

I don't know why I can see him. I don't know what changed on my life on the day i first saw him. And i knew instantly that he was different.

Maybe I should have taken the cue. Maybe if i had paid attention this day would have never come. Maybe if i knew I would have tried to live my life differently.

I can never be credited for being a good person.I just couldn't be not selfish at any given point of time. And that is exactly why I don't understand why I stepped in to push the child away from the oncoming truck. If the child was hit ,it would all have been his mother's fault for not looking after him. Her fault for ignoring the child to gossip with a woman. I still don't understand why my legs started moving before my brain could summarize the situation.

They say before you die,your life will flash in front of your eyes. Mine didn't. The only thing flashing in front of my eyes is his smile. The slight smile on the curve of his lips did not exhibit satisfaction,it was more of a sad smile. A smile of pity. And when I hit the road headfirst after getting thrown into the air, i did not feel any pain but a sudden realization flashed in front of my eyes.

Realization of who he was, what he does.

You will meet him twice in your life. Once to give you something and next to take it back from you and give it to another person. I don't know how many people have known him before and how many will see him after me.

People generally called him grim reaper, death or any such term for death. You will too if you see him when you are old enough to remember.And you will easily mistake him for death itself. But the moment my head hit the road,I realized his name.  He laid next to me on the road. The sad smile transferred from his lips to mine.

I have finally recognised him- whom people call Fate.