Two minutes of two lives.

11:58 PM

He could feel the gush of blood up his spine. He could hear the rush growing outside his room. Strange thoughts filled his mind. A cruel mix of fear and doubt rising feeling its way up his thoughts, he was blinded by the cloud of uncertainty and groping for luck he began strengthening himself against the threat of being bashed up. And suddenly, there was a hush, the silence of action. His breathing became heavier by the second. Anytime now, there would be a thud on his door. He could see it all; he had been living with the perpetual sense of déjà vu for days altogether now. He had seen it all. In fact, he had been one in the mob, a few days back. He could feel the nameless mob, the faceless rush of people, and then there it was. The thud. Someone knocked on the door. The knock sent a chill down his spine. He regretted being known, being born. The thought circle began in his mind. Nothing would work it seemed, nothing. And then another knock and then another. It was as if the whole world had conspired against him. The sound interspersed with whispers of plans, clacks against his doors kept growing and so did the dilemma in his heart. He would not be spared. He would not…

12:00 AM
He was sitting in the canteen with a paining ass and an overwhelmed heart. Birthday bumps struck. This was the beginning of a new year in his life.HE was alive again.
His body was lying in a pool of blood, muddled over by the mob, numb, thoughtless. His dignity trampled over by countless feet, unable to move, with dry eyes, he saw the vulture settle down. It was the end of a life, the life. HE was dead, again.