“Mr. Harry Seamen”
3-01-2015, Saturday,
Hey everyone who are reading me,
I’m Harry Seamen. I don’t have much time to explain you everything about me, so
I think I should better do my work for which I am here. I do not have any
physical appearance now, and I choose Saksham’s hands to write for me.
At this time yesterday , I had
been kissing my wife’s hand, for the delicious dinner she had made for me. I
usually don’t spend much time with family or friends. I love them but for their
better future I choose to work hard and earn a lot money, yesterday my son got
his new bicycle on his 10th birthday, yeah he was happy but not
pretending. Maybe because I’ve not spend time with him ,yesterday I had to
attend seminar organised by Oracle limited company. I prefer work and money then
entertainment and enjoyment.
My parents are waiting for me to
come and visit them. I haven’t seen them for past two years. I love them but my
schedule is so packed and tight that I don’t even get time to watch movies with
my wife even once in a week, or to play a game of chess with my beloved friend.
Today in morning at around, 10:30
I’ve been driving and smoking simultaneously, and was thinking about the
postures I would make while representing the seminar. What would be my first
words when I enter the room?..
A sudden burst of noise had
droved my attention and I move my neck in east direction, What i saw was a
white truck coming towards me and had almost touched the gates of my car, I
lost my senses and closed my eyes.I could not see what it looks when a massive
object hits on nose and then eyes and mouth. Within seconds I had seen my body
laying helpless on the roadside and there is no hope of ambulance to come. My
soul was crying and shouting so loudly than even the birds could hear them, but
none works. I was mourning for my body, I need it just for some hours so that I
could at least settle everything down, I
want to give hugs to my parents and want to thank them for being so helpful. I
need some seconds to watch my family.
Slowly, soul starts to disappear
from this world by each passing moment, I guess I might have only few minutes
more on this planet and I choose these Hands of this writer to write for me.
I am not going to give you any
suggestion about how to live or what to live or maybe where to live? Just start
living because no one have the powers to give you your life back. Not even the
so called “GOD”. “Stop thinking for a while and live, become living”
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