Furious

It was a normal day. He got back from work. Had lunch with the family, followed by a nice conversation. Then, he went outside. There was this urge that had been building inside since the morning. Or, it started few days ago. Maybe, months. He was unsure. But, one thing he knew is that he was furious.

He was just standing on the pavement, a step away from the crossroads. Looking at the place around him. The empty street, the quiet buildings. All scream of nothingness. As if no one had ever been there. As if they were built to show a proof of life around, when his eyes can only see things still. When his ears, can only hear quietness. The air blew softly on his skin, in a steady pace. It was just what he was missing, to feel a sort of anger again. But, he was unsure. Very unsure, of the reason behind all of these feelings that are building up from within. Until, he remembered something he read. It could be stress all along! It was shaping in other forms, to be seen. The more time he spent on that thought, and looking at the place around him. It seemed to calm down. Until, he had a clear mind. His eyes kept seeing calmness all around. He went back home, certain of that thing that took all that stress away. It was meditation! He had not known the name of it at the time. But, his senses were all pointing at it. In few moments, he said, or, it could be something else? He remained unsure.