A Useless Conversation

"Oh, what has become of this world! Now the uncles of the 50s sit here on the top of this bloody little hill and watch those pretty young lasses as they march on the road below." I said to that uncle who was enjoying the fine evening on the top of that little hill.

"Believe me kid, when I was a lad like you, driven by desire, I slept with more beautiful women than you could ever imagine.. Not interested anymore though, just observing the sunset. You seem quite drawn towards the feminine beauty, don't you? He asked me.

I, sitting beside him, said, "Why not, the sun you are observing now gives less heat and less light, it's old, like you. When it was young it was shining more brightly and its light was warmer. It was young, like me. You are jealous of my youth, aren't you?"

"Oh, the kid speaks metaphorically. You seem quite intelligent, what do you do?" He asked, looking towards me.

"I read. I observe. I feel. I think. And I'm not a kid." I said looking straight into his eyes.

"But I'm afraid this reader, observer, feeler, thinker, and a person who is not a kid forgets to mention that the sun, which he intends to take as a metaphor, took very less time from being young, bright, and warm to turning old, dull, and less warm. Don't be proud of your youth kid, it doesn't last long. Find something more permanent for that purpose." He said in quite a philosophical tone.

"Something more permanent! Well, Pain, I think, is more permanent. But I'm afraid it's not a kind of thing to be really proud of." I said with my eyes lowered.

"Oh no, the pain, no no, kid, that's not…" He started laughing.

"Look jealous old man, pain is something I can't avoid, no matter how much I try to prevent myself from it. Tell me, if people close to you fail to understand you, if the people you respect with all your heart opt to stay away from you without any reason, if your best friend keeps avoiding you, if you start feeling lonely, and then above all, if you always fall ill at the wrong time, wouldn't you feel pain?" I asked, removing the little tear from my cheek with my hand.

"Oh, kid, look, I thought you were too intelligent to care about some bloody bunch of people." He said.

"Oh I'm, old man. But if I start acting intelligent, leave it, you won't understand." I said.

"I understand kid, you don't want to hurt anyone, but they're hurting you." He said.

"If I start doing what others are doing, then how would you be able to distinguish me from that, what did you call them, yeah, some bloody bunch of people? And I've seen worse in my life, now I prefer just laughing at this fake world where everyone is trying hard to find a way of looking wise somehow." I said smiling.

"Good kid, never stop being good. God always rewards good with something better, and bad with something worse. He's just. He's. Believe in Him." He said.

"Oh! If there's a God, which you say is very just, then why this entire world is so full of injustice?" I said with a smile and stood up.

The old man was silent.

The sun was down now. I walked away by putting headphones in my ears with music playing, probably the easiest way to avoid this ignorant-trying-to-look-wise world.