The Bucket List How could anyone rape a child so mercilessly ? How could they have let that bastard off on bail so easily ? He kept staring out the window as his thoughts continued to fuel the rage inside him. I want you all to prepare a Bucket List of five things you want to do before you die. Dhairya, that goes for you as well. The teachers voice echoed in the classroom bringing him back to the present. He contemplated for a while & wrote down his Bucket List . A look at his list showed the following : 1. Build an orphanage 2. Sky diving, paragliding, Bunjee jumping, deep sea diving. 3. Write a book. 4. Read all the books by his favourite writer Jeffrey Archer. 5. Fall in love. As the teacher left the class, his cellphone rang. He pressed the answer button. Hello ? Yes. Is this Mr. Dhairya Rathore ? Yes, speaking . And you are ? We are from the Blood Donation Camp you recently donated blood to. Im sorry to say, but we cannot use your blood. Please visit us at the earliest. Umm , Is there a problem ? I hate to break this to you, but the test results are showing signs of leukemia. What ? A..are you sure ? You must come to our hospital & have a complete checkup. Please visit soon. His handsome dark face paled to white. He left the college & went straight to the hospital for the tests. A day passed, dragging on till what seemed like an eternity. The blood reports confirmed it . Acute lymphoblastic leukemia . Its last stage . He had 2 months to live . The report papers were a death prophecy. The Bucket List lying on his desk laughed, mocking at him. Surely he couldnt tick things off the list. How could he ? Time had played a cruel joke on him. He had neither the money to fulfill his wishes, nor the time. He ran out of the house in a fit of rage & bought a bottle of cold Tequila. The contents of the bottle washed down his throat, burning inside him. This was the first time he had gotten drunk, but now he had nothing more to live for. He drank two more bottles. His head started reeling under its effect. After he could no longer think straight, he bought one more bottle & started his way towards home. His parents didnt know about his illness yet. He thought about how he would break the news to them. Will they be able to take it ? He kept stumbling along the way & drinking out of the bottle. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks upon reaching a grand mansion & rang its doorbell. A clean-shaven guy, probably in his twenties, answered the door. Yes ? You ... Its you. Who are you ? Youre the lowlife who ruined the life of that little girl ! I have seen the police taking you away that day ! He shouted. He didnt wait for an answer. Aaaaah ! , a voice echoed out on the silent & empty streets , reverberating across miles. Dhairya pulled out the remnants of the half broken glass bottle out of the bleeding & trembling body which would soon turn into a corpse in a matter of minutes . No, he could not fulfill his Bucket List, but he had fulfilled someone elses. - Pramitha
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 15:30:01 +0000
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