He ran
He ran. His crooked fingers pointed skywards, as if accusing God - in whom he had never believed - for this predicament. The branches of trees, which happily oblige even a gentle breeze hindered his path with absolute stubbornness: scratching his body, tearing his clothes. His right hand motioned vehemently sweeping aside the branches and twigs, but it seemed to rebound on his face with redoubled vigor, as if with vengeance. The leaves cracked beneath his heels. Jostling of foliage subdued the groan, not pain. He had nowhere to run. But, he had nowhere to stay. So, he ran.
... he stopped. He was dead.
5 Comments:
its like chase scene of some movie...
By Amrita, at Wed Sep 14, 02:56:00 PM 2005
It is rather spooky. What is the bigger picture like?
By Nandini Bhattacharya, at Fri Sep 16, 04:47:00 AM 2005
Saw your blog , must say the picture painted with only words is too enlightening but the real point is somwhat missed while painting this ,which should somewhat lie in between explaining the omnipresence of God and Human running away from it vehemently.
By Anonymous, at Thu Oct 06, 10:58:00 PM 2005
Hi - This is really not a comment to this but hows ur apping going on ?? shortlisted univs ?
Anubhav
By Anonymous, at Mon Oct 10, 05:12:00 AM 2005
Who is he????
By Anonymous, at Wed Nov 08, 08:42:00 AM 2006
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