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July 27, 2005
Liberty Or Death
Never could he envisage that so much trepidation would envelope him on the morning when he was supposed to fulfill the current dream of his life. It was something which he had pined for months and perhaps years. Yet, when the push comes to shove, all those doubts and uncertainties filled his mind again. No matter how much he mused, thought and dissected the issues over and over again, he was subconsciously pushing himself towards the edge of the cliff. The big question was whether there would be a soft landing pad down there or a little branch with which he would cling onto for survival or perhaps the fastest way to commit suicide.
When he gazed at the number of new red spots popping on his body and when he checked the state of his scalp coupled with all the health problems which mushroomed during the last two years, something really had to go. The big unknown was upon him and he would have no other choice but to step right in hoping for the best. Never mind if it would be a rough ride. As long as it would bring him safe and sound to some place where he could dwell in, he was fine. Love, something which he pined for the longest of time and never really gotten it, became more of a luxury than anything else.
He felt as though time had and would stop the moment the letter was placed gently on the desk of the gulag headmaster. The evil side of him would be interested to see the reaction on the headmaster’s face. The other side of him would remind him that there would be far more important things to think about than to muse over whatever expression that would appear on whoever’s face.
The resignation letter, drafted in a matter of minutes, sat nicely in the hard disk. It would be his first, and boy, he would have a story to tell about this one for posterity. The question would be whether it would be a sad story or a happy tale.
Posted by D W at July 27, 2005 10:37 AM