Suicide
Anyway, I try to think back on my current issue. Simplicity and thinking out of the box are the key words to solve any issue. One solution comes to my mind. What about committing a suicide? I would oblige Divya and the women with whom I planned the arranged marriage to choose another person. How? I will write a letter in which I will explain that it is my last wish. They have to find another person and get married. I will write that I do not have any feelings towards them and that this decision has nothing to do with them. I am choosing to commit suicide because of work pressure. The pride of my parents would be affected, but not too much. That is it, this seems to be the only solution. My plan is great but I am not ready to die. If I was like most of the people, I would have been able to choose smartly between that arranged marriage and Divya. I am tired, tired of living in pain. I am not happy with this life and whatever decision I will take, it will have dire consequences on my life. So far, I have been a coward, a crier, a person who thought he could be perfect. At least with that choice, I would die proudly with the conviction that the last decision of my life was right. I quickly write the letter. It is time. I look at myself in the mirror of my room, I try to smile but tears come all over my face. I gather all my courage. I go in the kitchen, take a knife, come back in my room, sit on my chair and look back at the mirror. I slowly get the knife to my neck. I am writing those last lines on this computer, my hands are shaking. I have been a coward all my life but this time I will be brave...
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