He parked the car some distance away from the bridge across the canal.
He opened the boot and took out a sack and a length of rope and moved
towards the bridge, dragging the sack behind him. Some passersby saw
him but they did not stop. Once on the bridge, he pulled off his shirt and
flung it into the water—in a few moments the shirt was swept away by
the flow. His tall, athletic frame, clad in dark blue jeans, was a
handsome sight.
His eyes were inscrutable. He could have been anywhere between 19 to
29 years of age, but his height and appearance made him look much
older. Holding on to one end of the rope, he threw it over the bridge till
it hit the water. Then he started tightly winding and knotting the rope in
his hand around the mouth of the sack till he had used it all up. Now, he
pulled back the length of the rope, leaving aside about three feet;
standing with his feet together, he firmly tied them with this length.
Next, he made two loops with the remaining rope and hopped on to the
railing of the bridge, and then passing his hands through the loops
behind his back, he pulled the knots and tied up his hands too.
A smile of satisfaction hovered on his lips. Taking a deep breath, he
threw himself backwards over the bridge. His head hit the water
sharply and he was submerged to the waist, head down and hands tied
behind his back, dangling from the rope tied to the weighted sack above.
He held his breath and tried to keep his eyes open underwater, but the
canal was murky and the silt stung his eyes. He felt as if his lungs would
burst and when he breathed in, the water entered his body through his
nose and mouth. He began to flap about helplessly—he tried but could not use his arms to raise himself up from the water. Gradually, hismovements slowed.
Some people who had seen him jump off the bridge, ran to the railing,
shouting. The rope was still shaking. They did not know what to do—
there was no visible movement under the water; his legs appeared to be
still. A crowd gathered, looking with fear at the lifeless body: the water
swung him like a pendulum, back and forth...back and forth...back
and forth.
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PEER E KAMIL
Romanceshe fell first but he fell harder she waited 9 years for him she is innocent converted to islam he is far from islam he is bad boy converted to a good boy for him salar x imama
