Chains

Everyone were carrying a load of their imperfection which justified an imperfect universe. Some with their chained hands while some with their chained feet, they all had their imperfections distributed in different ways. But they also had distractions, letting their senses ignore the imperfections they had.

There was a constant share of imperfection in the world and it was not equally distributed. Besides people with single chains, there were also those who were entirely chained from head to toe. They were tied and made to stand at one place, attracting sympathy, as people secretly questioned their previous births. Those chains were their faithful companions, the only true friends they had.

He was one such "special" specimen carrying a hefty load of imperfections from head to toe. Among the crowded scene before him, he saw her staring at him. She herself had her feet chained, but it didn't show on her face. With a mysterious expression she started moving towards him. His hand and feet went numb for a while.

Finally, she was right before him as her eyes turned slightly misty. She came closer and embraced him. He saw his chains slowly melting away as his hands fell free, hanging parallel to his body. She still had him embraced and the chains guarding his feet melted away too. He wanted to embrace her back but he wasn't able to move his hands. Everything around him froze, he looked up, and reality stared back at him. He was still chained, with the chained passer bys ignoring him. He had just woken up from a nap, still chained to an extraordinarily imperfect life.

Still waiting to be set free.