Wednesday, April 04, 2012

No escape.

He became conscious of the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was no escape. It was all his doing. Now he had to pay the price. His hand were cold and numb. The noose tightened. He closed his eyes and said a small prayer. Took his last free breath and muttered,
















"I do."
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9 comments:

  1. phatichar4 April 2012 at 23:08

    LOL... :D Ekdum jhakkkaasss

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  2. neeraj4 April 2012 at 23:25

    Aww, I am sure some of us will have nice, non-sweaty hands and a dry forehead when d-day does come :)

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  3. Anupam Patra5 April 2012 at 07:39

    Terrific!!!!

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  5. Unknown3 May 2012 at 13:03

    hahaha.. packs a punch! lol

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