My Life Here Is Done
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Indian (General)Transcript
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It's a rainy July afternoon in Bangalore. A dull, heavily overcast guy drapes itself like a black and grey blanket over the city. The rain pelts on the ground, fat droplets from a cosmic machine gun spraying the balconies with the doors tightly shut. A couple of the dragon Kroll's perch of the balcony railing, black feathers, a pride and glistening eyes darting around. Even in this torrential downpour. Who's on Tibet to ****** the warm fragrance of poetic or walks into the house, which is silent except for the soft steady from a of the rain. A teardrop runs down my left eye as I finally hear her voice after E owns of loneliness and desperation, the most important people in my life who had left me an hour waiting to take me to the other side. I lift my head, and I'm astonished at the lack of pain and the ease with which I do. So I get a from the bed and harder Zenobia marvelling at her ethereal beauty and olive. For me, she looks creedy int, just as she looked as a newly minted bride. All those years, a brown hair framing a serene countenance, eyes sparkling with level after her porcelain complexion. Adding to the less chur and our beauty, I look behind her and see Jiro My and Papa smiling, waiting to welcome me and I feel the unbounded love caused through me. Now that I have been released from the keys that was once my body I am incredibly light and free. Look down at Mar receding bed from a last glimpse of Captain Iran Ease inert body It lies! They're shrivelled up and spent a key to bones Once lived king After a moment in eternity and contemplation I look away and upwards enjoy as a holds in opus hand and start my journey back home