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MOMENTS LOST - Debashree Roy

      The following is my 1st play(hope you like it): OPENING —   NARRATOR: Have you ever heard the story of Eros and Psyche ?  The mortal who fell in love with a god?   Stories like that are etched in time…   and some are etched in this very moment, fleeting as they say.   Love… can be anything but simple.   Love and life…  love and life.   ACT-1   SCENE 1 — RIVERSIDE MEADOW, LATE AFTERNOON   The sunlight hangs low, spilling gold over the river. A merchant’s boat is moored nearby, half-unloaded. Will sits on a weathered crate, scribbling in his leather bound notebook. Rosalind approaches, carrying a basket of pears.   ROSALIND (playful): You always vanish to the same spot. Do you write better by the river… or is it just an excuse to avoid the market?   WILL (smiling without looking up): Markets are for trading coins. Here… I trade hours for something rarer...

a letter to my bully

 



Dear bully, I’m sorry that I failed to understand you.

I failed to see, that you were bullied too

and I to you, was a punching bag.

I’m sorry, that I couldn’t understand

that all you wanted to do was release the pain,

that you carried like a burden to your heart.

But you forgot, you punched a hole in your punch bag

so, the sand kept falling until there was nothing inside.

 

Dear bully, I don’t blame you.

I once thought of you as a friend, and then an enemy

but now I see, you were neither.

you were someone who was trying to fit in,

in a place where bully means you’re popular

and a place that suppressed those with depression.

 

Dear bully, I forgive you for all you did to me.

I forgive you for those painful memories,

because I know that you too suffered the same pain.

Dear bully, thank you for opening my eyes,

for making me rethink and reconsider what I thought.

Dear bully, I'm sorry.

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