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Ghosts of the Past

A peek into a gangster

“It’s been a long while, isn’t it? I suppose, 20 years”,
I recollected as I sat slowly in the chair facing the

serene sea. Once fast and steady hands were now

beginning to age. Time destroys everything, after
all.

Birds were flying in echelons, a beautiful work of

nature, indeed. But these moments are interspliced
Nivesh . S with my past memories. I still remember, after my

2021-25 ece first shootout in the open, birds flew randomly,

with noises filling in the silent void, which seemed dead silent until I fired

my 9mm Glock.

It's been a while since I enjoyed something whole heartedly. It’s either my
past haunting, the future with its unpredictability or the present throwing in

random surprises. I’ve always known that I’m alone, but now, I really feel

loneliness. Left with no one to trust and the whole city turning their back on
me, I’m staring at the blank sea, with a lot of thoughts firing at me but able

to focus on nothing.

At each point of my life, I won’t lie, “I saw a choice. A choice that could
branch off into a different life. But I did what I did. Some would blame it on

circumstances, but it’s still me behind the wheels”. I still remember the day I

found a gun in the dark alley. And I couldn’t stand by doing nothing when

they were beating everyone. Most of the people wouldn’t have chosen to take
the gun and point it. But I did.

Years of repression came blasting through the barrels of the gun, and blood

sprouting out of one’s legs. The gunshot echoed through the walls as they

sprinted away.

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