House on Fire. Not an essay anymore. What he saw was ridiculous and more ridiculous was his helplessness. Lying at the pavement, blood soaked his face and his shirt was ripped from the collar till the ribs. Scars were visible. Blood and dirt mixed together, reminding him of his human basicity. Three, four young fellows rushed on without noticing him, as if he wasn't a human but a dustbin about which no one really cares until and unless garbage rots in it and create a foul smell. A mob...he could sense a mob was coming that way. Footsteps echoed and faded. He looked towards the sky remembering his God. The blue color of sky also started melting into crimson red, light yellow.
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I started "blogging" in mid 2007 and then, for me writing was only a way to
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4 weeks ago
8 ~CONFESSIONS~:
igniting!
@ vands ...
May i as.... AS IN???
sad .. bt I wish thy find me fixed n well next day in some hospital ..
;)
reminds of all thats gone bad on the streets of this country over the last 2 decades..
Pretty interesting post !!
acha likha hai lekin kaafi common topic ho gaya hai...
it takes only a matter of days to read such incidents in the newspapers.....
Confession??? Hmmm.. I'm the reason..Every individual is the reason behind it.
we confess great deeds but not small mistakes which created big problems
If each of us take care of one person of this society..would make large difference.. We come together only when India is playing cricket
Nice post Neha
@ Anuj....
ummmm....
@Maverick....
Rightly!
@Ashu...
thanx!
@Humble devil...
hmmm!but what has been common has been dreadful!
@MV
YES SIR!:)
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