I am a monster.

I am a monster and I am aware of it. It’s in my nature to be what I am. I wear a red cloak as I tread down a narrow thorny path, waiting for my next victim. I make no solecism in doing so. And then I attack without an apprising. Don’t worry, I don’t kill. I do much worse though. What can be worse than dying? Oh, only if you had lived long enough to see what is worse than dying. And I caused that to happen. In fact, I consider it among my greatest achievements.

You are wondering, I am some monster mentioned in a lachrymose fable from medieval times from which you can hide under the aegis of time. I am no such thing. I am present inside you. Without me, you are incomplete. Yes, a part of you that has lived long enough to witness history, a part that still resides in you and a part that will live longer than you-be it in a very miniscule form. You are but a microcosm of my existence. I am eternal. As long as someone breathes, I live. I have no home. I am not indigenous. I am inside everyone. I am not trying to obfuscate you; just trying to show you your verisimilitude.

Still no idea about who I am? Let me introduce you a bit more to myself. I wear a mask of injustice. I live within those of you, who are victims. I also live within the culprits. I have caused the bloodiest battles in the past. I can turn the most eleemosynary men into animals. I have left the most fair and determined minds in a melee. I have turned husbands against wives, sons against mothers, brothers against sisters. I can destroy that which worth’s the most to you. I can make you loathe yourself. I can devastate you as easily as you can crush an ant. I can make you suffer without shedding a single drop of blood from your body. I can turn you into a bibulous coward. I can snatch away your claque from you in a blink of an eye. I can polarize your love for those near to you. I need no lexicon to sway you; my false paternalism serves the purpose.

But you know what’s magnificent? I sin and I get to live. You are the one who pays for my deeds. It’s ironic that you have walked on the surface of the moon. You have acquainted creatures that live deep below the sea. You have successfully turned thousands of miles into nothing, making it seem that nothing is beyond your purview of intelligence. And yet, yet you are unable to defeat me. Oh yes, I am not oblivious to your feats. But what you lack is what I have. Despite your sanguine seeming achievements, you have not succeeded in deracinating me. For I am “Anger” and I am invincible. I laugh at you, mankind as you are no more than my vassal. You are weak and destructible and I am not.