Essay On The Story Of A Short Story

He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

Ramesh is 45 year old Sri Lankan man who works as a telephone call centre agent. He was close to and lived with his mother, who died 18 months ago. Ramesh was recently hospitalised after a suicide attempt. He had been taking anti-depressants for several months before he took an overdose. According to his sister, he had become depressed and was drinking and smoking a lot, and hardly ever eating. He had been taking time off work, and was at risk of losing his job with BT. His sister says that Ramesh went downhill after the death of their mother, but that she was surprised at this as he always complained about all the things he had to do for her when she was alive. The sister has a family of her own, but says that she has

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

“My father killed my mother,” he says eventually. It’s horribly casual, the way the words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t think of any other way to say them.

“What’s wrong with him?” Vinyl said, her voice cracking, sounding worried. A tear streamed down her face, and I held her close.

Sinking into her seat, Djinda wrapped her arms around her as she cried. “Shut the little darkie up,” one man hissed, it was not her mother’s father, but another man.

afraid.’ She put her hands to her face and began to cry.” (Too Many Have Lived)

“Why does this happen to me?” She said, trying the best she could through her sobs.

"I’m okay. What about you?" He draws his words out and takes steps back at the same time so she doesn’t notice just how much he’s shying away from her. He wants to keep his distance. He’s still upset. Way too upset to kiss her or even subtly brush hands with her when it’s too dark to make out each other’s features.

"I'll be okay," she told her best friend, "is that what you want me to say?"

“I’m okay, Kayci. Truly. Yes, I’m stressed, but not that stressed. I’m due in two weeks so not that much more could possibly happen within that timespan.”

“Rajkumari…Rajkumari” the maid cried. Draupadi who had been awaiting news of any development in the grand court was alarmed hearing the trepidation in the voice calling her out. She rushed to the petrified maid who was gasping for breath and firmly placed a hand on her shoulder.

"With pleasure I would love to do it, but I'm in prison I need to be either broken out or bailed." Exclaimed Hussain.

“You could say that. She and I were super close. We fell in love.. but her depression got the best of her.. She committed suicide a week before our set wedding day.”