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5 minutes I was sunk in music on my jog. Like ev

 5 minutes

I was sunk in music on my jog. Like every day, Sharmaji was approaching me with a I wished Sharma ji and he reciprocated with a generous affectionate smile.

Five minutes later I was striding towards his residence. There was a small mob infront of his house, I inquired. I felt dark and nearly fainted when another known face told me whispered what happened. He whospered in my ears, 'Sharmaji died of heart attack at the entry gate of his house', I gathered myself, still a part of me refusing to believe what jaust happened, I sieved through the mob to have a look, Sharmaji was lying lifeless in his morning walk robe, the same he wore five minutes ago....

©Premchand Beura
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