THE END

( Kindly dont accuse me of giving u a false hope that i am going to end my blog association too soon... The title infact refers to a story- one of those crazy notes. Read on... )

PART 1
A sad old father's suicide note read thus- My daughter Angela was an angel, except for the fact that me- she considered an old fool and her mother- an ass!!!

PART 2
Angela looked at him, evidently lost somewhere else. It was not difficult to see that she admired him, but who did really see that she dreamt of him every waking and sleeping moment- dreamt of walking with him holding his hands in hers.

PART 3
The bricks of the wall were red. The seats they occupied were painted red. He held a rose in his hand-red... That day he asked Angela- "Will you marry me?" She stoop up (i think, in reverence!!!) as she took the flower- the thorn pricked her.

PART 4
In hushed tones the couples conversed in between the walls of the library. He was brooding, she was watching him. And then he spoke suddenly- "Angela, i want you to meet my parents."

PART 5
It was a busy hospital; or rather a hospital with busy people in it. The doctors didnt meet the patients, the relatives didnt meet the doctors... Two men with beards and cameras walked along the corridor of that yellow building. One said to the other- "Heard that the rape victim is swell."
The other said- "Who knows! Must have been into business for quite some time." A third man walked behind them, white beard, and medicines in his hand.

PART 6
"My daughter deserved a better life. I tried to give her atleast a better death. I am a happy man now- because we all- all three of us(my wife, my daughter, and me)- we live happily hereafter. The End."