It felt weird. It was like i don't remember what happened with me, atleast I felt it that way. It's not every time you find a masked person in your own room with a gun in hand pointed at your temple. I am not sure, how I got myself landed in this situation.
If today is really my last day on earth, i would have spoke in a more pleasant way with my parents. I would have told Vidya how much she meant for me. Wait a minute! Why am i thinking of vidya now? Of all the people I am gonna miss if I die right now why am I thinking of her? Do I love her?
Its really confusing. This beefy guy has a finger over the trigger, and I have my thoughts lingering over vidya. May be I loved her but too timid to convey it. I dont know if I escape of this situation. If at all I get out of this situation God let me do these two things. First of all I want to spend more time with my family show them how I care for them. Secondly I need to propose Vidya. But there is no escape is there? I feel his finger gripping over the trigger. I know I am getting murdered brutally. But I want to know why? Why am i being murdered? So I tried shouting why in the devil is a gun pointed at me?
"What the crap Govind? You are scaring the hell out me! What is wrong with you?" shouted my room mate ali horrified and shaking me to awake and bringing me back to reality.
As I woke up I was sweating profusely. Though it is winter it did not feel like. I woke up and realized that it was a nightmare. This nightmare scared my wits of me. But there is something positive out of it. I have understood one beautiful fact. Life can end any moment. The best way to deal with it considering every moment to be our last and do what we feel is the best.
The next day I called my parents up and told them that I would be quitting my job and coming home to my native place and pursue my passion of investments and real estate. Also I met Vidya and proposed her. It was tough convincing her. But at the end we married happily
Now after ten years I am here successful with a happy family pursuing my passion.
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