The dead fish

“The fish is dead…” my brother sighed in disappointment and added, “…but we provided it with seawater, food, oxygen…we decorated the aquarium with colorful lights…we did everything to keep it alive, didn’t we?”

“Probably what we called its home was nothing but an enclosure; however much you decorate it, it still remains painful…” I looked intently at the dead fish.

“…the only difference is we humans don’t die so easily…we keep calling that cage our home throughout life, and end up living with a broken heart and a dead soul…” my heart ached for it.

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– Chirasree, a dreamer.

Three Line Tales


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