HIs face was hard to forget, it kept falshing in my maind every sec. The clock struck 2and i was not able to find any effect of the sleepin pills i had . I knew him well, he was a blind beggar by the main road a rather calm person.He is no more now , gone in an accident. It hurt me a lot.Thats wen i decided not to drink and drive anymore. I got up from my bed and hurried to clean the blood stains in my car before the sun rises and some one sees it.
n diz one 4 my script writing project...
ReplyDeleteshobana
Very nice and metaphoric story pa...it is poetic...keep it up dear
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