Face under the mask

Well if you expect a fairy tale you might be disappointed with this. This story is sad, depressing and to put it simply real. There are stories that make you believe in the goodness in this world and there are stories that tell you what the world actually is. This story is the second kind. It is the tale of a guy in a small city in India. The land of culture and rituals has its own darkness. Born and raised in a conservative Kshatriya family he was trained to be one of them. No need to google Kshatriya, hear it from me. The religion of Hinduism had four classes of people segregated by their professions. The Kshatriyas, the Brahman, the Vaishya, and the Shudra. Kshatriyas were the warrior clan. In fact, before people from middle Asia started to m******e the Indians, Kshatriyas were pan-India rulers. Putting an end to the tale of the glory of Kshatriyas and getting back to the setup of this story. The burden of rituals is sometimes a lot for shoulders to carry. Sometimes you want to give up. But when you are taught to fight your whole life, you do not know that giving up is an option. If you don't let go of barbed wires, the bleeding won't stop. Sometimes you have to let go of the mask and know yourself.