The Pain

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I had a very nice phone friend called Ishan since the last three years when I met through a wrong number. We had developed a relationship over the phone that gew out of a part of him and a part of me. Oneday I told him, "Listen I want to meet you once before I leave for America. But, he reacted as if his whole world had come apart. Anyway, I reached his house and there was a body lying on the floor draped in a white sheet with people all around. Just than, a gust of wind blew and, was shocked, Oh God !!! the face !!! It was horrible multilated face with a mass of ugly scars!!! The mouness told me that last year in a major car accident he had lost his legs and had got his face in tatters by the flying shord of glass from the windshield. There in the room was a wheel chair and a diary, on which it was written in a beautiful handwriting that was blotched in dried tears.... "how can she see me like this, felt as if I was about to die!" The Pain pierced through me like a searing hot lance. The Pain. Oh the Pain!!!