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"...lies, in the depth of darkness! Chapter 1 : Moment of grief" -> (6 skipped) -> "Part 7: The discovery -- continued" -> "Part 7: The discovery : continued"
Part 8 : Adieu!
by sutirtho
I could start my journey to the world beyond peacefully. The criminals had been punished, and the children saved from the demons. I wish everyone could find out, like me, people who did injustice to children. And my death has served a good purpose and I’m happy. I still feel for my parents, but then I’m contented to find out that it was all not in vain. I wish I could thank Anuj and hug him one last time. But, I couldn’t communicate, and even if I touched him he wouldn’t feel it. I wish he turns his special friend Rita into a wife very soon. Haroon, my soul mate? Well can’t call him one anymore, people just don’t stick to their promises. Karan? Never ever thought he could do this to me. Nigel: Too sweet and innocent like always, I wish him a happy married life with Amrita. Nisha: I truly feel for her, I’m very sad. Professor Sameer ? I wish he’s incarcerated for the rest of his life. He doesn’t deserve respect as a teacher should.
The power of Good bye!
For some moments I re-lived the days since my childhood. I saw myself as a small kid playing with toys. I saw myself answering questions in the classroom, sometimes correct, at other times wrong. I saw my teacher telling me the marks I had scored in the +2. I saw myself standing in the queue for the engineering college counselling. Then I saw my first day at college. I saw Haroon, Anuj, Nigel & Karan; the times we shared together as good friends. I saw Professor Sameer’s
first class. And then, after some time I saw my ultimate moments; me struggling and letting go my last breathe. My whole life flashed back in front like a movie trailer, and I re-lived through it. I stood in front of a huge long tunnel. Although, I couldn’t feel wind gushing past my body; I felt I was travelling at a great speed through that tunnel. It was dark space, and I didn’t realise why I was flying through it. I wanted to reach my destination as soon as possible. The end of the tunnel was too bright. There, at the end of the tunnel stood an Angel, his arms stretched. I couldn’t feel pain, warmth or any such earthly and abstract feeling. His countenance was radiating happiness and glow. When there's nothing left to try, there's no power greater than the power of goodbye! I gave one last nostalgic look backwards and finally united with him to find Elysium.
Good bye! Dad, Mom, Anuj, Nigel, Rita, Amrita, Nisha, Niraj........ Haroon .....
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The power of Good bye!
For some moments I re-lived the days since my childhood. I saw myself as a small kid playing with toys. I saw myself answering questions in the classroom, sometimes correct, at other times wrong. I saw my teacher telling me the marks I had scored in the +2. I saw myself standing in the queue for the engineering college counselling. Then I saw my first day at college. I saw Haroon, Anuj, Nigel & Karan; the times we shared together as good friends. I saw Professor Sameer’s
first class. And then, after some time I saw my ultimate moments; me struggling and letting go my last breathe. My whole life flashed back in front like a movie trailer, and I re-lived through it. I stood in front of a huge long tunnel. Although, I couldn’t feel wind gushing past my body; I felt I was travelling at a great speed through that tunnel. It was dark space, and I didn’t realise why I was flying through it. I wanted to reach my destination as soon as possible. The end of the tunnel was too bright. There, at the end of the tunnel stood an Angel, his arms stretched. I couldn’t feel pain, warmth or any such earthly and abstract feeling. His countenance was radiating happiness and glow. When there's nothing left to try, there's no power greater than the power of goodbye! I gave one last nostalgic look backwards and finally united with him to find Elysium.Good bye! Dad, Mom, Anuj, Nigel, Rita, Amrita, Nisha, Niraj........ Haroon .....
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