LAST PRINT

I would like to represent the truth about what I am actually doing here. Isn’t it coping with the factors that life sometimes doesn’t play a fair game as when required? It was such a beautiful morning I stretched out myself after getting up and looked out through the window of my house only to find that my tractor was moving on its own reversely. Perplexed to understand the state of the reaction as to why equipment could move all by itself; I ran down through the staircase dashing towards the door, just to find that my aunt who thinks she is still sturdy to hold a shovel, had forgotten completely to push the handbrake of the tractor. Really, how does it sound when a supporting person who cared for me all this while understands that life cannot be justified only with strength but there was weakness too that pops out when things go really wrong?

I didn’t listen for her forgiveness. Instead ran to the tractor making a point not to dash against the barn where our neighbors just loved to play. I think my day started with luck, and yes, managed to stop the tractor from making an incidental event. I wish I could understand and be patient with my aunt. I lurked back into the room to have my anger out for the one last time to tell to stop doing what she had been doing. My footsteps could have at least cracked the wooden floor or maybe have the cups tremor and crack to the floor, but to see my aunt just have a knife slashed through her chest and having the other end facing me.

“How many times have I told you not to throw your bag or shoes around here?” shouted aunt as I was so tired returning from school.

“Aunt! Please don’t shout at me like this! Yes, I did and am tired. I will do it when I am done with my shower, Okay?!” I was irritated and completely knew to the fact that I wasn’t having any intentionto keep it back to where it belonged. Those conversations kept hitting my head over and over knowing to the fact that it wasn’t just the anger of the moving tractor that broke me apart. But it was the time when I didn’t listen that I was angry to myself. I could nowhere go near her know if she was breathing or not, but just froze and fell down kneeling my head down with my hands trying to grab the floor. I crawled slowly towards her touching her toes as the blood had covered the earth where the truth was deprived from. There wasn’t any moment from her.

If only I had paused for few seconds more would I still be able to save her?

Factors and reality doesn’t go hand in hand all the time. Only if I had done it in the first place of removing that laziness of attracting the love from the family than trying to be tempted of doing your own thing could have avoided this huge mistake later.