Memoirs of a Corpse

Memoirs of a Corpse

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There are moments in life that define us. Decisions that change everything. Ideas that are insane enough to be brilliant. Angavu never asked for his moment but since when does life ask for consent?
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Why some people are destined to be sacrificed from their birth? Why a day suddenly turns into storms, leaving a gloomy sky without warmth? Why?......... No one answers these questions. It has been always like this...there is only resonance but no reply. Does an "escape" has to be always looked as a cowardly act? Sanja was an average child. She had no extra-ordinary talents. Or maybe only because, talents only blooms in a suitable situation... Whatever it was, she didn't have a chance to look at. As she struggled for every moment of survival... From the moment she appeared in her mother's womb - she was already labeled as a "seed of sin". Her mother was stubborn. She loved her own her blood and flesh even before its arrival on this world. Oneday she met a noble man - with a huge contrast of her previous experiences. A stone that has been stuck stiff in her heart so far, finally moved out a little bit inviting a soft warmth. She thought - 'maybe a flower's bloom wasn't actually of impossible'! Kothor, a man with unexpressive words had known her personality and understood her standing in the world. Perhaps because he had observed the human world with the impassive manner long enough, he was able to catch her inner griefs, turmoils and vexations. He stood up from his place to shield her and guide her to the right direction. His formal rigid nature shows a hints of glow whenever he stood beside her... When Sanja became rebellious, he extended his hand to remind her own foothold. When she has gone berserk - he could wash away the fogs before her eyesight..........not because he had absolute faith on humanity, but for the reason of saving her soul, free from any dirt. So although he didn't aid her actions, but never left her side for once. Eventually "better" was murdered by "worst". So, why do they have to be abide by the morals of the folks, which failed to give them a place to live?.....

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