Raj could not believe it now that he wanted to speak he was not able. On his death bed all he could do is recall his past mistakes and regret doing them. He thought," if I had opposed my parent that day than maybe my life would have been something else, why the fucking hell I didn't have guts to tell them. Maybe I would have died in a more satisfied that yes I at least enjoyed and lived my dreams during my life time."
Tears rolled down his eyes as he thought of his past time. Completely ready for his death at the age of 72 all he wanted was his a flash of sad life time which he had lived to fulfil his parents dream and not his own. He thought," I was 5 when I won in the running race competition in my building. Everyone congratulated me except my parents who took me back to the house and asked me to practice the poem I was supposed to recite in a competition after a week in school. It seemed they didn't give a shit about my win in the race even though it was my first ever prize. I didn't win in the competition. Instead of calming me done as it was the first time I had stood on a stage ,they scolded me and asked me to go to my room and learn tables up to 20 ." holy shit, how do you expect a 5 year old kid to learn multiplication tables till 20.
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The flash of lifetime in my death bed
RandomI am writing a story for the first time. But its a good one .It is about how even in the modern times parents in India dont want there kids to follow their own dreams or talents.its a very touchy story.
