"Don't drink much at the party" she told me before I left, she always complained that whisky, vodka and rum were more close to him. I always came home late, hardly ate at home couldn't see the smiling faces of my kids their laughter, their mischief was a mystery for me so I decided to return sober home.
The party started and my thought was adamant about not having hard liquor and bounced on soft drinks instead my friends were surprised that liquor was my enemy tonight and their comments came flying by me but i didn't care the only thing revolving in my mind was finally seeing my kids giggling after so many days, rest everything was just a fancy treat which will end up in no time. The party went wild but it was me who choose to be on the calm side with my kebab platter and soft drink, finally the party ended and it was an hour pass prime it made me rush out in hurry as two angels were waiting for me.
I just wanted to reach home and feel the heaven live, while waiting for the cab in my sight came two orphans on the footpath the elder brother with sister in one hand and in the other the food that could kill their hunger tonight. Suddenly saw a car rushing like a wild bull ragging towards them. I guess the driver was portraying me by drinking too much which he couldn't handle, the car had the kids on the radar for a moment my children's face blushed in front of my eyes and within no time made a jump to save them. The bumper hit me and now its me who is laying on the streets like a dead, for the first time it wasn't me who drank still its me laying on the death bed. The real tragedy was not the death but the regret of not feeling the warmth and laughter of my kids eagerly waiting for me at home the real lesson was learnt after a loss of vitality.
The party started and my thought was adamant about not having hard liquor and bounced on soft drinks instead my friends were surprised that liquor was my enemy tonight and their comments came flying by me but i didn't care the only thing revolving in my mind was finally seeing my kids giggling after so many days, rest everything was just a fancy treat which will end up in no time. The party went wild but it was me who choose to be on the calm side with my kebab platter and soft drink, finally the party ended and it was an hour pass prime it made me rush out in hurry as two angels were waiting for me.
I just wanted to reach home and feel the heaven live, while waiting for the cab in my sight came two orphans on the footpath the elder brother with sister in one hand and in the other the food that could kill their hunger tonight. Suddenly saw a car rushing like a wild bull ragging towards them. I guess the driver was portraying me by drinking too much which he couldn't handle, the car had the kids on the radar for a moment my children's face blushed in front of my eyes and within no time made a jump to save them. The bumper hit me and now its me who is laying on the streets like a dead, for the first time it wasn't me who drank still its me laying on the death bed. The real tragedy was not the death but the regret of not feeling the warmth and laughter of my kids eagerly waiting for me at home the real lesson was learnt after a loss of vitality.
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