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I remember the day I died!

The sky was getting greyish blue,

Mother told me, ”Go dear, go”.

So, I went after taking a bath.

I could still feel the taste of the dishes I had on the day of cheiraoba,

I saw them near me,

The bright flashes blinded me temporarily,

The movements of the hands and fingers, I can never forget.

I could hear the sound amidst the wind blowing hard.

But, I couldn’t see them passing by my ears every seconds.

All I could see were my fellows and the pale yellow leaves.

Fluttering as fast as we moved.

I was mentally prepared,

I loved doing it,

In fact, more than they do.

I loved it truly.

I woke up early and went,

But I dint get to come back again and tell her

“We have won”.