The blood on his offwhite shirt took a deep black shade in the moonlight.
It was a neat cut with the head a few feet away inside the track and the body lying outside on the belly.
A few years ago, he fell in love. A few months ago they got married.
A few minutes ago, he tried to call her.A few seconds ago, Rizwanur lied down on the track and smiled at the stars.
The breeze had dried up a portion of the fluids. A mobile lay wet, buzzing a popular hindi love song. His heart would have beaten one last time.
A few hours later, a mother fainted. A brother wept. And a hundred men ran around with microphones and video cams.
A few months later... who cares!!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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You have a got simple vision about death...is it that simple ?
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