there is this strange thing about revenge,one can always associate destruction to it. however the reverse did not seem likely to Him. destructiveness unlike revenge did not need to have a motive or even look for one;it just acquired one. destructiveness,working on same levels as creativeness,seemingly highly motivated with no back lash,seemed non-desirous for a reason.
just the way creativity does not need a reason to be itself,why would destructiveness be any different?? after all they seem to be coming from the parent,running on the same fuel of inspiration,desperately seeking out for uniqueness in their own existence. but who was this parent??whose child was it?;rather whose mistake was it anyway as it was left to rot by itself.thats it! with these vehement feelings he lifted the gun and put it to his temple,smiled to himself,as if he were mocking at me, pulled the trigger. a loud retort confirmed my doubts and resolved all issues. i could not do a thing about it,rather he did not leave a thing to be done…i should have been more than frustated but i was stultified,still remembering his smile,mock i would say…laughing at me,…laughing in the face of death….joking at me,cos any joke without a figure of speech is the death of me…i simply lifted his restless corpse this time and left the place quietly. i hcould hear some giggles in the background but i could not make out what they meant or where they came from…silence falls…