- 7 BabKonten
- peringkat
- N/ADUKUNG
IT WAS WITH A sense of peace that he bid farewell to life and bid it a fond farewell. There was a moment of peace, but it lasted only for a moment. Despite appearing to have kissed death on the cheek, he had somehow come back to life. Despite the absurdity of the situation, it was still a reality, and he had no choice but to face it, that much was certain. To face the reality of his situation what he needed was power, the power to march ahead, to explore the cause of his return from the jaws of death. This is the tale of a country boy, who got up from the dirty roadsides and sat on the riches of the World. ------------------------------------- Important Notice:- (1) This Novel will get updates when I have the time to do so. (2) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (3) Because supernatural events are portrayed in this novel and might make some readers uncomfortable, please read at your own risk. (4) The characters and their behaviour, do not represent the author's thoughts in any way. Again THIS IS PURE FICTION. (5) And lastly enjoy yourselves.
A WOMAN AT THE roadside covers the eyes of her child. Do not look, she says, warning her child not to go near "that". That is a man lying in the pool of his blood. The dark red liquid glistened in the moonlight, looking stunningly beautiful as if even the world was being sarcastic at the man's fate.
The body was strangled at an unnatural angle, looking as if it got hit by a truck. As was the case, a truck driver had hit a passerby on the roadside. The driver was drunk, said the police.
Forgive me, pleads the driver as the police take him away. Comes the Ambulance, with sirens wailing as if the crying of a child.
Step back, says the medical attendant. Clear the space. Funny. What is he even doing there? Is he trying to bring back a dead man? Does he not see how much the body had already bled? Does he not see the broken and mangled condition of the body? Does he not see that the man is no longer breathing? He does.
Then why? Why does he make all the noise? It is clear-what the man needs not a hospital bed but a final rest, the last sleep.
Then why does he make all the noise? Can anybody tell me?
Hope. What he sees is hope. What he sees is not a stranger. He sees a brother he had lost, a person to protect with his own life. But sadly, that does not change anything. Clear as the moonlight was, the man was going to die.
Enveloped in the cold and gentle moonlight, Sagara was going to die. Lonely. On an asphalt road surrounded by strangers watching him take his last breath and making NOISE.
Ready he was to die to give Death a sweet kiss and to bid his life a fond farewell.
Peace was all he felt. His mind was finally a lot lighter. There was no noise in his final moments. For that, he was grateful.
Farewell, or so he thought.
