Stranger

He was a stranger. He was a stranger to these skies, to these faces, to all.

His soul was aching. Inside he was suffering from these emotional tumors that noone could cure. The more richness his eyes witnessed, the sadder he got at heart. His life was nothing but flashbacks of poverty of his past life.

His loneliness was stiffened by the fact that he was from a third world country. He passed through all these crowded streets, but couldn't find anything familiar. A few blocks later, he heard someone called his name.

Sadness fell upon his heart. He was no longer stranger. The magic was gone.