"What did she say? Did I hear it properly? I can’t believe it."
"Is she joking? She sounded so true."
"You are going to die, man. What’s your last wish?"
"Escape from here first."
"Wait, ask her again."
He dared to ask, "What did you say? That you are death? You are joking, right?"
"In fact, No", she replied to his horror, "I am the Death."
Hari stopped dead. He can’t think properly. His heart has started pounding so fast. He never expected something like this to happen, he is going to die, that too in the hands of a beautiful woman!
"Are you going to kill me?", the words from his mouth are barely audible.
"No, I am not", the answer came (Hari felt better). "But you are going to die", she added. (His fears returned). She looked at him as if studying his thoughts and said, "Why don't we just go to your canteen and chat over a cup of coffee?"
"That's it. Confirmed. Either I am mad or she is."
"Coffee, Wow! But in our canteen? Whatever this is your moment to show off!"
"Yes, let's go. Now I badly need one."
They walked down the stairs to the corridor and to the canteen; she confident and he merely trying to hide his mixed emotions of fear, pride and confusion. The canteen looked almost empty except for a couple of lads who missed the lunch. They sat outside the canteen and he ordered coffee. Then, he vented his frustration out.
"So you think you are the death?"
"Again, I am the Death."
"This girl is killing me with her madness."
"Oh, don't fool me. I know how the death looks like. You are too beautiful. And moreover you are a girl!"
"Oh! So you know how the death looks like. And you reckon its male. When did you last see him? Do you meet him often?"
"Got me. She is pretty confident that she is the death."
"OK. Let's assume you are the death. But why did you come here? Did you chose me or what?"
"As the death, I have the privilege of visiting people who yearn for me. And you Mr. Hari, haven't been just longing for me for a couple a days, but you moved me so much that I wanted to call it love. That's why I am here, in this form."
Hari sat perplexed hearing this. To his horror, this pretty girl in front of him says he loves her. But she got one thing right. Yes, he has been thinking about death for a while, though he wouldn't say he loved death. Who would? He never expressed his feelings to anyone. How could she know? For the first time, he thought,
"She is the Death."
"I can understand you confusion Mr. Hari. Don't worry, I am not going to harm you, right now. This is odd even for me as I don't meet people like you often. So I wanted to talk with you. Tell me, Mr. Hari, I know you have seen or read about the death in various works of fiction. Leave them aside. Tell me, what do you think of the death, I mean, your notion of death?"
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"Is she joking? She sounded so true."
"You are going to die, man. What’s your last wish?"
"Escape from here first."
"Wait, ask her again."
He dared to ask, "What did you say? That you are death? You are joking, right?"
"In fact, No", she replied to his horror, "I am the Death."
Hari stopped dead. He can’t think properly. His heart has started pounding so fast. He never expected something like this to happen, he is going to die, that too in the hands of a beautiful woman!
"Are you going to kill me?", the words from his mouth are barely audible.
"No, I am not", the answer came (Hari felt better). "But you are going to die", she added. (His fears returned). She looked at him as if studying his thoughts and said, "Why don't we just go to your canteen and chat over a cup of coffee?"
"That's it. Confirmed. Either I am mad or she is."
"Coffee, Wow! But in our canteen? Whatever this is your moment to show off!"
"Yes, let's go. Now I badly need one."
They walked down the stairs to the corridor and to the canteen; she confident and he merely trying to hide his mixed emotions of fear, pride and confusion. The canteen looked almost empty except for a couple of lads who missed the lunch. They sat outside the canteen and he ordered coffee. Then, he vented his frustration out.
"So you think you are the death?"
"Again, I am the Death."
"This girl is killing me with her madness."
"Oh, don't fool me. I know how the death looks like. You are too beautiful. And moreover you are a girl!"
"Oh! So you know how the death looks like. And you reckon its male. When did you last see him? Do you meet him often?"
"Got me. She is pretty confident that she is the death."
"OK. Let's assume you are the death. But why did you come here? Did you chose me or what?"
"As the death, I have the privilege of visiting people who yearn for me. And you Mr. Hari, haven't been just longing for me for a couple a days, but you moved me so much that I wanted to call it love. That's why I am here, in this form."
Hari sat perplexed hearing this. To his horror, this pretty girl in front of him says he loves her. But she got one thing right. Yes, he has been thinking about death for a while, though he wouldn't say he loved death. Who would? He never expressed his feelings to anyone. How could she know? For the first time, he thought,
"She is the Death."
"I can understand you confusion Mr. Hari. Don't worry, I am not going to harm you, right now. This is odd even for me as I don't meet people like you often. So I wanted to talk with you. Tell me, Mr. Hari, I know you have seen or read about the death in various works of fiction. Leave them aside. Tell me, what do you think of the death, I mean, your notion of death?"
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