विशालको ब्लग

Dear Death, Good (time adverbial appropriate for you at this time) ! It happened in one of the trepidatious evenings, I was bestirred in my own thoughts. The thoughts of meeting you. It was a complex hoard of long awaited thoughts. Perhaps when I had heard about you in few of the famous people's talks. I heard more. More was intensity of the desire to meet you. Who on the Earth would like to meet you. Perhaps only those who have heard about you. And none you have already met. My meeting was, however, incidental. An awkward accident. An unpleasant coincidence. Because you were stacked in the middle of nowhere. You were arrayed in the coffee-talks, cheap cries, lovebirds' babbles and what not. And then I was looming in the moderately-lit small room, looking for some lively things. NOT Death obviously. Nobody wants death. But nobody survives till eternity. But the Death can devour anybody's time. Like mine.  You snatched from my life, complete 12 hours from my 5...