He could die any moment. Doctor had informed to call everyone. Old uncles, fancy aunties, talkative sisters, and cool dudes, all were standing near his bed. Sob! Sob!
"Hey God! Please forgive me", he spoke to himself looking at his mother, for the last time in his life.
He murmured something in wet-throat, holding metal fence of bed firmly tightening fingers.
The pent-up voice depicted an inner gloom.
“Excuse me. Would you mind dying after ten minutes?” asked Uncle boldly interrupting him and said, "“Life is an intricate assortment of fragile dreams, exuberant memories, mixed emotions and precious relationships. One may discover truth, relativism, misery, mystery, monomania and more- A complete hide and seek. Attitude, lassitude, faith, hope, desire, risk are all determinants of life. It is all about selections and choices we make. It gives us alternatives everywhere and an intellectual picking is which decides the path persisted.”
Nonplussed. Puzzled. The red-eyed patient took a one-eighty-degree turn and inquired in a wet voice, “Why do we eat Mintos?”.
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Some stories have no meaning or moral attached and we call it non-sense. To be very specific, non-sense tickles our sense and we laugh.
We Laugh.
Laugh to forget.
To forget misfortunes.
To forget past.
We Laugh.
First without sound.
Then with a little sound.
Then the load goes to mouth producing irresolute sounds.
We laugh till our eyes dry.
Till face becomes pale and eyes waterless red.
