Am I Going To Die?
It’s Christmas Eve. All are having fun, me too. After a wonderful dinner watched “The Last Jedi” with family. Rey is wonderful, full of life. My kids enjoyed it especially. With joy and peace went to bed. A quick tingle. Bathroom call.
As I started to tinkle, I was enjoying all white tiles of the room. Have to say that my bathroom is the only place that makes me take deep sigh and exudes my inner stress. I believe it is same for most of us. Then, something caught my attention. The liquid at the bottom of the white commode is filled with full of blood. More to my shock I observed that blood is coming from my wee-wee, the significant part of a male body. In the shock I don’t know what I was thinking. It was like a beautiful painting on a white canvas with thick red colour. As it was coming to an end, the last two spits wake me up from the trans I went in.
The next thought that crossed my mind is.
Am I going to die?
Why would I think like that. Why wouldn’t I?
In the morning, three days before, got the news that one of my cousins died in an unfortunate accident. It was totally unexpected and shook all of us at once. He had a beautiful family with kids. How unpredictable it is. One day whole family was going to Disneyland and the next day we all have to meet at Cemetery. That made me realise how…
