The city flows in my bloodstream. How do I separate this from my being? It has loved, hated, mocked, and accepted me, driving me towards different points at different times.
I lost track of my destination as I sprinted across the roads to meet the day’s target. Meanwhile, the city tiptoed through my being, transforming every cell, leaving indelible imprints.
I’m sure the doctors doing an autopsy on me will have some path-breaking insights to share – something the medical community has not heard of before.
Meanwhile, the self that I left behind was deposited with you. Keep it safe and do not perform the last rites. You won’t be charged for murder, as the remains that you hold tight are unrecognisable and unidentifiable.
His last letter from an unknown address fluttered in my hands, as the media reported the suicide of a man with the same name. He had taken care to avoid electronic channels of communication.
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A beautiful story, love the letter idea.
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