365 DAYS 365 TALES

Bond (0 a 007!)

What do you think is the most essential things for the life?

Will you go up and answer the bloody question? Before start reading the story??

Thank you!

Did you answer the question with Air? You are a Genius...

Water, perhaps? You are absolutely right!
A Human cannot survive more than three days without the elixir.

Food? Yes!
You can survive for three weeks without it but I guarantee it won't be a slumber party before your body gives up.
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Where am I going with this? And why am I asking such irrelevant questions?

You'll know!
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I am a forty five year old man. My life had always been a struggle, from whence I became rational. My grandfather was my hero and my father, a super hero and I, desirably, wanted to become a man like them, a man who would be portrayed as a super hero by a son and hero by a grandson.

I was brought up in a family, repleting with respect, love and care, of course, every family is the same and thereby, I ended up loving and caring for every person, in turn. But, soon, I realized the people of the world are not in league with me and not with my principles.

I was thrown back and forth, for every time I stepped forward. No one came forth to help me in my needy time hence I excluded humans as friends from my life, rather I considered other species as companions.

With the struggle, came the family burden and the depletion of love and respect and I understood, I could become neither a super hero nor a hero.

Financial demands and the fulfillment of the essentials, determines it all, no matter how much one has sacrificed. Not that I blame them for their needs. I know its inevitable but I feel like I am an impotent of some sort.

To be honest, I am the one providing food to the people but my plates were always empty and so was my pockets but the record of my mortgage and the credits, loans I took from the bank and other financiers, heaped my plates and pockets, without providing a room for satiation of my hunger or pleasure, for that matter.

The officials who should have comforted and offered with better bills never came and never cooperated the cause.

I had lost everything in my life and learnt in the long run that the man who provides the ration is taken for granted and looked down as a petty creature, like he is some kind of a servant working for money.

I can't be their servant anymore! I don't want to be a pawn in their hands...

My sons may find it rather selfish and foolish but the burden of everything placed on our shoulders are unbearable that I decided to let it down.

Even then, there were dispute in my family, we stick together till the end and now, even at the end. This note is not just my suicide note, for two reasons. For one, it is my sole decision and I am going to kill my wife and sons as a good husband and father, I couldn't put my burden on their shoulders while I was gone and two, I wanted people to know about my death and I want them to help someone like me in future, hence it became a confession and requisition note, as well.

So that's it, before I go!

Yours faithfully,
A Farmer.
(To be liberated)

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A/N : Akiprabagar (03/02)

Hope you liked it! And those who took time to answer the question, you are just amazing and great! I love you...

Who understood the subtitle? Or if you didn't, ask away.

This note is dedicated to all the Indian farmers, struggling for food and essentials with their family.

Did you take the one put your food on your plate, your mother, to be granted? Or a farmer for that matter?

According to me, its all the same...

Thank you for reading!

LOL
Aki.