One Forever: The Odyssey of Sayden

Past Reeks Of Imperfection

Previously, I left you guys with that psycho. Sorry, but he is the main character of this story.

I will explain later why I am the storyteller of Sanjay's odyssey.

And how did he become Sayden? And One Forever?

There are too many stories to tell. So let's get to know them one by one.

Like I said before, Sanjay may not be a hero. But if you see his odyssey from his point of view and mine... You will realize that you are learning something good.

You just have to be patient before make a decision in mind.

After all, everything is connected to our mind.

...

Sanjay's P.O.V. :

I knew nothing about humanity at that time since it is just a series of rules made by the human race to feel proud of themselves.

Humans say that killing a human is wrong. But eating living beings like fishes, chickens, and crops is fine. Because we have to do it for survival.

Well, I am not against humanity. I am myself a chicken lover.

But I hate it when a human denies the fact of being an animal who follows the rules of a jungle.

At least in my world, humans were like that. Such an effing hypocrite.

If you don't the meaning of effing, then effing search it on some browser.

They never dared to admit their faults.

I admit my sins though, and gained the reputation of baddest student in my school.

I saw in movies how kids felt when they were being bullied by kids like me. But I never saw or hear that a parent was teaching his or her children manners or stop bullying others.

Maybe I wasn't expecting someone to guide me at that time too.

Forget it. I have come too far. A normal life would be a death sentence to me now.

The parents thought that children would learn everything from school. But they didn't know what their children would actually learn.

In my case, things were good.

I didn't remember when I started remembering things actually. Probably when I was three, no, maybe five.

I grew up in an orphanage that was operated by the same company that operated Arjun International School.

I was arrogant but I was insanely smart from my childhood. Never focused on classes because I was too busy fantasizing about my own world. The orphanage didn't lack comics books, international and national, all books could be in your hands as long as you study well.

Because of those comics and fantasy books, I made countless fantasies of my own and hid them in my heart.

When I was five, a dead girl came into that paradise of orphans. She was dead, emotionally.

Her parents got in an explosion and died when she was in school.

Fortunately, her parents fought so hard and caused an explosion. The gas cylinder got exploded. It was a good thing because her father was a piece of s**t but the death of her mother was unavoidable.

You can't get happiness without taking a desperate measure.

But Sometimes, we go too far to achieve the happiness we deserve.

Sigh!

I must admit that we judge people without thinking properly.

I know you people misunderstood me when I said that it was a good thing that her parents died, right?

Can't be blamed on you, guys. I am also like you sometimes. Mostly, I don't care about others so judging people isn't my hobby.

But in that explosion, unfortunately, their landlord's family lost two lives.

That girl was Suman Banjara, my first crush. Her foster parents wanted to change her name and surname. But she didn't agree for her mother's sake.

Yeah, I am talking about my classmate, Suman Banjara whom I called “Nice Morning" because she was looking nice on 17th August of 2022. That's my style of greeting.

So let me tell you about her more. Because she is not a Human at all.

When I was on Earth-C, I didn't know about her true identity. So for now, I will only tell you the information I knew at that time.

Suman's mother was a nice and breathtaking beauty. I saw her image in the newspaper. But Suman's father was a thief, a handsome thief.

I don't know how Suman's parents ended up in love marriage.

I thought women were only interested in men with cash who could provide them a better future. There's nothing bad about it.

So I tried to change myself. When I found out that girls like money and bad men, I started planning my future.

Truth be told, I was trying to become rich when I met Suman for the very first time.

She was my inspiration to find the best of myself.

Sigh!

But I did a universal level mistake that I am not proud of. My insanely smart brain got so insane one day that redacted me from Suman's life permanently.

(...)

[Author's Note: The sign above means a narrator is being silent for a reason. This silence period is indeterminate.]

Forget it. I will tell this story later.

I felt rage inside me when I read the article about Suman's parents in the newspaper.

Suman's father was a jerk who was only interested in the dark things of society including gambling, drinking, and effing. But his character got worse after the birth of Suman.

I guessed that raising a child is not a child's play.

Hm? This line is pretty good. I will use it in my novel someday.

Suman's father started to fight with her mother a lot after she was born. Maybe, he was frustrated because he couldn't manage things anymore.

But violence isn't a solution.

Yeah, I am a bully but I accept this fact. I am a bad guy but I don't use violence until it tries to attack its own father.

Bingo! I am the father of violence. Heh!

One day, Suman's father left them alone. Suman's mother and three years old Suman were left on the cold street of the jungle that was also known as our great world. The cold street of society wasn't kind to that pair of helpless mother and daughter.

Nobody came to help them. But a person came and ruined Suman's mother's reputation by assaulting her secretly. He judged the value of a helpless mother with some piece of paper that we call money.

I don't know what to say but that guy became her broker after that incident. I don't know what Suman's mother was thinking at that time.

Was she so helpless to accept any cost to raise her daughter? Or was she being blackmailed?

Time passed and Suman's father came back into their lives. But his character had gotten worse. He punished her wife for her way of earning money. But he didn't stop her from selling her body. Rather he played a hide and seek game with his wife. He didn't go for any job which meant he wouldn't refuse to take his wife's money. But he would beat his wife if he found any sign of his wife meeting other guys. He was such a maniac!

You may not believe it. But even now, while you are listening to me, thousands of women are struggling just like Suman's mother was.

I am not saying that men don't struggle.

I just don't understand why we choose to hurt others instead of ourselves.

If a person is having trouble in life, why vent your own anger on others?

Even a bad guy like me doesn't vent anger on others. I choose to hurt myself if I could not find a reason to hurt others.

After all devil reside in everyone. There's no exception.

Whatever! The day Suman's parents died was the worst day for Suman. The landlord said that he didn't interfere until he heard the threats of killing. However, before he could go upstairs, an explosion took place in the kitchen of Banjaras.

[Author's Note: “Banjara" was the surname of Suman and her family.]

Earlier I said that Suman's parents died in an explosion which was her fortune. It was indeed a fortunate thing. Her mother wasn't happy with her work in the first place. She wasn't a w***e or shameless woman.

Suman's mother surely decided to kill her husband for Suman's sake.

I know it was not a good thing.

But adversities don't come when you would be prepared to face them. They come in the worst moment and ruin everything.

I didn't know how to approach Suman when she was new in the orphanage. She was a very silent and despaired girl. She didn't like to do anything. The warden had to feed her personally for four months.

God! She was the center of attention from her first day in the orphanage. It took her time but she came back to herself.

We eventually become friends, casual friends. After all, I wasn't the best kid there. And why would she even pay attention to me?

I was found by an old man in a drain, crying and questioning to gods for my sins. It was a rainy night that should have tortured me to death.

If only I would have died that day in that dirty drain where even an adult human couldn't breathe, the universe wouldn't have met its demise.

I think--

Past reeks of imperfection.