The 13th Breath... - a podcast by Rohit Dey

from 2020-10-06T15:07:37

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We met at the age of six... My mom goes to her; and her mom comes to fix. The bounty of life was running so smooth, Unlike it should but sooner than th time it has stopped to move. I wanted to run in the race but the very heart winks at me, says ~ No no...Do NOT face! You have a line touch on the other side of the land but don't you forget, the weakest heart has a 'hole', showing your left hand?

The Doctors then said to my Mom "He could never run to complete his race." My Mom states him back, says ~ 'No Doctor! He will fly to win his chase'.

SHE knew it for all, that my days are meant to be fall. But to soften my heart she sings to me, her lovely melodious songs.

I asked her one day: Why to worry my love; and promise me no weep hiding you're face again....? So what..! If my life is lacking ages. Look into my eyes, and can't you see we have this beautiful moments to charish and so many more to parishes. Come! We live to love in this precious moments, letting go the time to ink it's last few pages!

Just like your love for me is so cute and kind : Such as the 'Death' to be is per-defined... Ha-ha-ha! Now, the poor me is unable to guess as to who's hand should I choose or who is more likely to be mine at the rest.
All that I can say is to you my love.... "Even though shorter is my life; but I can still breathe in your loving heart, life unto life...! Therefore you'll have to live like a glowing star and I shall promise to be your darkest night....!! And then when the death's bell would ring; stop it not, you let her bring! And I will still sing the song of yours Love.

Lying on to her knees, I could verily see...!
The twelve wings of breath counting bees.

She was numb and sob; her tears rain's on the dying corpse ...

"One more breath to go, my Love!! Tell me what last can I give you at the least?? May I kiss you on the forehead for one time. Dearest, you should live... My Love: You live all my remaining breath...!"

And the 13th breath comes. She holds my arms;
The incomplete game that I have left undone.....
I finished it winning by one last run...!!

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