the fog was thick,
the air was cold,
it was chilly,
whether it was about the climate,
or the impending danger,
I had no idea,
but one thing was for sure,
today would be catastrophic,
only that it was not meant for me,
down the streets I walked,
clutching my woolen jacket,
looking forward to the unraveling karma,
was I a saddist?
no of course,
I assured the inner voice,
he did this to himself,
he was the saddist,
I placated the unsettled me,
he had to face his punishment,
he had to pay,
for the pain,
the tears,
may be they all needed this,
we all needed this,
for closure,
I thought,
but was it enough?
will the wound heal?
did we need more?
time will tell.