"Sucidially bribed"— % & "Suicide Scene" The public gathering began when the liquid began flowing as blood red wine making its way through a broken glass, from the man’s head which had broken bridges between the flesh. The body laid with it’s left hand squaring it’s head and the other pointing to his new shelter,death. Being sobbed up after death his body laid in a pool of blood. Chemicals from within his body flew from parts to parts poisoning him from inside. While his bleeding brain played back the memories. A week ago returning from the merchant's house after selling off his land , droughted land. He, for the last time sat in his house which was more of hut .Scratching his head ,he packed a pair of cloth all he had after selling the rest. He shifted to the river merely 7-8 Steps from the merchant’s land. The river in which he would play about during his childhood days ,it was the same river in which he flew the ashes of his mother and father but despite of its early glowing water now it was like a puddle of mud. In the extreme heat the merciless sun had nothing to suck but Nandu's blood and it was no wrong saying it ,as it did so. Laying dehydrated at the cracks owning land, he had made himself a homeland to the ants. This story would have ended here but fate owns a tendency of writing a deadly death and this story seemed to be one of the same case .He felt a thrust of water at his face as it made him wet and he woke up. In front of his temples stood two men whose silhouette was barely visible to him as the sweat dripping from his brows had blurred his vision. Swabbing his eyes with his dusty hands he sat up, feeling the pain the ants provided. All he could do now was watch the men throw him out of uselessness into the dunk smelling wagon . Where they stopped seemed to be office within a Farm. He was taken in, trembling at his feet, he fell with his head to the ground as he fainted again. When he woke up, he could hear two authorities talking about a drunk entity lest he learnt that was him only. He stood up and the scene was pretty surprising to him as he could see cows, dog, pigs and cats laying almost at the end of life, a couple of men writing a letter ,while the other submitting the written ones. After being granted the request of a pen and paper, he sat next to a man and placed all his myriad green paper inscribed with rupees five hundred and printed Mahatma Gandhi’s picture, he asked him to quote his words on the white film, all about how he lost his family and the land . After all ,a letter was formed, but it never reached the authorities, Nandu sat with the blank look with wishes unfulfilled.
