amit bhatt

this post is the 2nd part of my earlier post "in my time of dying". in case you haven't read that one you could find it  here Maybe it was just the fever or the continuous assault of all the medicines injected in me, at first I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing. I thought I might be hallucinating for death doesn’t come to bring people home. As far as I know people just drop dead, they are not escorted to heaven or hell by death. But then they are not like me so I must be getting some kind of special treatment, and tried hard to see the figure slowly coming into focus. Now I admit I was feverish and delusional, but the figure standing in front of me couldn’t have been death. For she was so breathtakingly(hope u got what i mean) beautiful, around 17 or 18 years of age, perfect in every measure we humans have for defining beauty. Everything about her was so intoxicating that I felt like the walls are crawling around me. She was slender, very petite...

When people are young, full of life and frequently covering bases,they hardly ever give a thought about how they'd die. That is unless you are not deranged or suicidal. But fortunately most people are not suicidal and are sane enough to quickly move on to next affair before the suicide thought even pop in tiny little head of theirs. But there are times, bad times, when you just cannot shake the feeling that the time to walk into the bright light has finally came.  Personally I never gave much thought to how I'd die. But whenever I did, I always thought I'd die of some extremely romantic disease like leukemia (well that's how JAMIE died) or it could be some extremely horrific disease like brain tumor or multiple organ failure (even when I don't drink). You know anything less than that seems like inadequate. But to leave this world out of a simple fever seemed like a very sad way to go. Now you might be wondering from where all this is coming from. So let me take u...