This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 27; the 27th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'Once Again'.
Most spend their lifetime ignoring him as if he never
existed. Yet his visit is the only certain event after birth in everyone's
life. The more they live, the closer he becomes. Still people tend to ignore
him. But he doesn't care. He is period at the end of sentences. He knows whatever
happens the period is always there.
When he comes, it is over. He interrupts lives to make it
complete. The times when people survive, are not when they are defying him. It
is just that he never came. How well they survive death-like situations is what
determines the quality of their remaining life till he actually comes in to picture.
Tonight he is visiting another stranger. In his line of
work, everyone is a stranger to him. But the struggle is what excites him. The challenge of prying out the soul from an
unwilling body is the high that he craves for. He detests people who invite him
for they are trading their soul to escape the pain. But he is not expecting any resistance
tonight. The person has been lying on the road-side without food or water for
couple of days and he was sure he would not get the high. He will soon find out how
wrong he is.
As the sun blazed on, he crept upon the helpless body. He
seemed to be enjoying this moment. Sometimes
he realized, the slow and creeping approach is also a thrill. Surprisingly, he felt
the resistance. The person with
no physical strength was not submitting. He was fighting. This is what has amazed him throughout the centuries. Fight even when all odds are against. Hope was their weapon. Many before him relied on hope
alone. But hope remains only hope when he is there. He is the finality. No weapon could beat his trigger.
He sucked out the life once again. His
perfection remained unchallenged. Yet he was sad. He had always loved the fighters. For they gave him the thrill he always wanted with a weapon he has beaten time and again. Hope.
PS: Have been reading Tolstoy's Death of Ivan Ilyich. The book is thought-provoking to say the least.
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PS: Have been reading Tolstoy's Death of Ivan Ilyich. The book is thought-provoking to say the least.
The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
