Misfit - Chapter 3

 MISFIT - Chapter 3

Throughout my life, many people have come and gone, each leaving an indelible mark on my soul. Yet, even now, I find myself grappling with the question: What was their purpose? Each individual, especially the women I've loved, has imparted lessons to me. However, as I reflect, I can't discern how they contributed to my growth. Instead, their presence brought only heartache, leaving me unloved, despised, and unwanted. Why did God bring them into my life, I wonder? All I've experienced is pain and suffering. Each departure shattered me anew, plunging my life into chaos once more. Why does God orchestrate these encounters, leaving me to decipher an enigma I may never unravel? I find myself pleading with the heavens, asking why they were brought into my life if not to inflict agony upon me.

In this perpetual darkness, I strain to see any glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, yet it remains elusive. I'm lost, unsure of where to turn or how to move forward. Only one name stands out amidst the tumult: Sachin Mittle, the one who stole something precious from me. He alone stirs a desire for retribution within me, a rare instance of harboring ill will.

But is it my fault? I'm not convinced. Sachin's presence brought havoc upon my life, a life now tarnished and rusted by the pain of his betrayal. Misfits, Chapter 3, delves into the anguish inflicted by those who enter and exit my life, leaving behind nothing but anguish and despair.

As I navigate this desolate existence, I grapple with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. Suicide may seem like an escape to others, but I cannot bring myself to entertain such thoughts. Instead, I'm consumed by a relentless quest for contentment, a peace that continues to elude me. I've failed to meet society's expectations, morphing into a shadow of my former self.

Where do I go from here? To the right, where nothing is left, or to the left, where nothing feels right? All I crave is love and acceptance, simple desires that seem out of reach. Is it too much to ask to be loved for who I am? It's a question that echoes through the chambers of my soul, unanswered.

Everyone I've cared for has departed, leaving me to grapple with their absence. My cousin sister, my closest confidante, departed at a mere 52. My dearest friend, Manish, left this world at only 48. My parents were taken from me when I was just 35. Where do I turn now? What path should I tread?

Lost in this sea of despair, I find myself paralyzed by self-doubt, unable to perform even the most basic tasks of daily life. Despite reassurances of my talent, I falter under the weight of societal norms, unable to find my footing.

So, I ask you once more in this third chapter of Misfits: What should Sammy do?