Rotting till I die

How does a person rot to death? Now please don't think that I am a psycho. I was watching a movie in which a guy dies in a similar way. What would it be like? Chained to rocks in a dark cave, hands and legs tied, mobilty restricted to only a few centimeters, what can he do? What will be his thoughts? A attempt at getting into his shoes ...........


**** **** ****. Why did I ever do that? What was THAT? There are so many things that I did. What led me into all this?? The smuggling? The murders? the Rape? teh Treachery? the bribes? the slfishness? the money? the greed? the theft? the adultery? the lies? the copying in the exams? the forgery of dad's signature in the progress card? the mangoes in the neighbouring garden? the kid i ki9cked in the football game? WHAT IS IT? Why am I here? Where did it all start? Why does it need to end like this? Is it the ending? Or just the begining? Aaaaaah! these mosquitoes. **** they are driving me crazy. Thank God there are no rats. Wait did I just hear one?

Where was I? Aah yeah where did it all start?

Is it all my mistake?? No they are not. Why should they be my mistakes. Circumstances drove me to all this. Yeah thats tru. Circumstance, this soceity, the intitution ... all of them. Was I born bad? No!!! they changed me.

Wait. I am in a hopeless situation and still I am afraid to come in terms with the reality.There were umpteen chances for me to change and come on the right track. Or that is what they call it. Eh! Right track. Simply because that everyone says that murder is bad I am bad. Why even the judge murders so many mosquitoes sitting on that chair in the process of sentencing someone to death. Eh! hypocrates.
What is happening to me? Am I going crazy? Is the thought of death driving me crazy? No No No It is I who will drive death craxy. Yes I will do that till death will itself remove these chanins on me. Wait what did I hear? A rat???
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Eh! where was I? Wait what was the last number I counted? **** I had fallen asleep. I will have to start all over again. What have I done with my life? I had a beautiful home. Coem weekends and mom used to chase me around the backyard for the oilbath and dad used to cheer me to run. The friends I used to play cricket with and with whom I used fight with if I were out. It all started then. The others never cribbed after getting out. But it used to be fun. All the fist fights and all and only to return back for the next match. The time I spent in school flying paper planes in class. The one that was caught in the princi's hair. He he what fun it was that day. The days in college spending in the canteen and sharing one plate of the hopeless fried rice with 5 friends.

Then it started. Why should I think of it now. Oh God there it is. There is another one here. Oh God. What is that sound. Is it a truck? No it is the rain and it driving in all the rats. Oh no. Not here go there. There is nothing here. Go go go go go go go go go go. Ouch Ouch..............