Cluck… cluck… sounds made from the insides of my trunk in sporadic episodes. It had never bothered me until now. and this was the first instant I began to shudder at the sound. It remainded me of popular fustian. Yes I remember what it contained. The fates of people whom I destroyed not due to my will, but due to my fate. The function of angel of death. How swiftly death had attacked my near and dear ones! And I collected their remains in my trunk, so that on the day of justice I can question God of his misdoings. But now, depredation against God was useless. I wanted to be exculpated, of being an angel of death. A curse to my family. The bearer of death. None in my lineage live to see this day.
Blink blink blink blink
Now it all seemed an imbroglio. The rancor vanished. The wait for death disappeared. I decided to end my itinerant. Everything seemed to be in an equilibrium. I decided to empty the contents of the trunk in to the holy river. The agog of letting off my past was strong. Now I want to live. For myself. Not for my sins, not for my painful past, not for dispensing my functions as angel of death. Not for fruitful or fruitless arguments. Not to confront God. I want to live for myself. I shed the patina of my form to enter into another dimension. In this dimension, time didn't matter. Everything seemed an eternity. As we look deeply within, we understand our perfect balance. There is no fear of the cycle of birth, life and death. For when you stand in the present moment, you are timeless.