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Birth-Death-Day.

Standing in the balcony,looking deep down from the 8th floor.She felt heaviness in her hands as if she was holding onto a lot of things that needed to be thrown from the very same balcony As soon as possible.She tilted her head downwards and looked on the floor beneath, empty and alone as her Soul.
Though she could see herself playing on the ground and plucking flowers from the plant near the red car stands and her father would play football with her in the evenings too.
Such happy memories!
But right now, all that made sense to her was the emptiness crashing down on the floor.
She felt really confiscated with all that she had been holding onto since quite sometime now.
At 2:30 midnight, the quiteness made her sadder,made her realise much more about the voice she had been missing.
The date said 7th October,her Father's birthday.But it was not the usual thing this time.She looked up in the Sky to the brightest star and wished "Happy Birthday",

Just about last year, the family was at a restaurant celebrating.

There was a grand party being held by her father on his 50th birthday,abd the party had drinks,which she gulped down on every occasional chance.

While returning home, she insisted on holding the cars staring,unknown of her drinking capabilities the family agreed.

The home was just 5 Kms away when she started to feel drowsy,in a flash of moment she had hit the car from a divider on the road.

All she could remember was a strange sound peeking through her ears before she collapsed on her seat.

Next morning, she gained consciousness  on a hospital bed and asked for family,actually demanded to see them.
After the necessary treatment, she was brought back to home.
But everything had changed, mom was paralysed and waa on bed,younger sister had broken limbs and her dad was roughly fitted between the photoframes that already hung on the wall with a garland of flowers hugging him.

All those memories just flashed by her senses. She had been living for more than 300 days in the guilt,as if somebody was sitting in her chest 24*7 and biting her the moment she wanted to smile!

Soon after, she climbed onto the railing of the balcony stood on it and jumped!
The marble floor was stained with her guilt now!

At the age of 18,when most people begin a new life she ended one.

Ever heard of the phrase"Dont drink and Drive",i have much to say:

"Driving gives you destructive super powers,even if you ride alone you can kill people sitting at your home!"

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  1. Please everyone who drives. Don't Drink and Drive. Nice story Pankhuri.

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