Scribbling:
Tragedy of
Wanderer:
“Almost out
of his breathes, he slowly closed his eyes. He felt too tired to resist anymore,
he felt just to go with the flow though he never preferred it that way, for he
had always been one of those who did it all on their terms, kept their head
high, looked right into eyes and pulled the trigger whenever one tried to call
his bluff, never afraid. But, now he knew it was getting over, anymore
resistance will only make things worse, especially to those moments placed just
in a corner of his heart wrapped in the sheets of time and space, if not for
him. He could not bear to endanger them. He could listen to his heartbeat
slowing, lub-dub, l..ub-d..ub, l..u..b-d..u..b, losing it to the sound of tick-tock
of wall-clock in the room. A race he was losing or he chose to, Only he knew
that.
~ Praveen Parasar
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