It's funny how we decide to live but start running instead. We keep running, for some time more, a little far, few more miles , to settle for something better, years to years, for something worth living but never do so until death grabs us by our face.
Hi, I'm Harman and I'm on the pavements of the same street I used to run in my childhood days, all alone waiting for my death. I don't know how this feels like to everyone who have fought all their lives like me but I know I have tried hard, so hard that I don't deserve this. I deserve to live. I deserved to love. I deserved someone by my deathbed to kiss my forehead.
I feel my soul leaving me. I see some light. Is this heaven? Is this the heaven they were talking about? But why would I be in heaven? Do I deserve it?
"Who... are... you?"
His face was blurred and my eyes we're heavy. All I was seeing is a figure of a man who was almost the same size as me in a perfect white robe coming towards me. Is he God?
As he came near me, my breath started to choke. I could feel the sweat all over my body. He held my hand gently and looked at me.
What the hell? Why does he look like me?
He smiled and said-
"I am you."
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