… The air was arid and filled with the pungent smell when she disappeared. The police vehicle is breathing near me. Yeah, death is not so far remote to me. The notorious moonshine now appeared a beheaded killer in the lone deserted road. I dialed again to wishing her the last goodbye, but she was silent forever. I know this is my last chance to escape the net where I trapped badly; perhaps it was my fault or someone else. Does it matter deep? The question itself is trapped here to its spider net. Whatever the answer be, death is chasing me behind. The reason is clear now,—life is nothing but the same old resonance of love and hatred, resonates the perfectly tuned ‘Cock a doodle do’ over and again;—so I’ve to run until they shot me… Continue reading Lonely Trap ⇒ Kirno Sohochari