Cheating Death....Stealing Life

A great statement, the toughest ever job offered to mankind, the victim never witnessed henceforth, the verdicts with a big question mark on their ugly faces and suddenly we notice death was cheating on us.....It was a wonderful day when I was assigned this toughest job. After approaching life in a stealthy way, sharing close eye-contacts with life, the masks were ripped apart from the eyes to reveal death's face. How calm, clumsy and sinister death is, who plotted the stealthy life triangle to trap me. How safe and secure I was, and how death guided me to this stage, still remains a mesmerising trauma. I am yet astonished whether I am alive or sharing a glass of red wine with death on a same table, blogging and talking tall.

After a peg or two, and relaxing for about the next fifteen minutes, to my surprise, I found that death was having a glass full of wine on the next table. Tried my luck hard to cheat again but this time it was some different game. Blame it on co-incidence or fate, whatever it may be, but both of us switched over to rum at the same time. Minutes later, when both of us were just going to quench our thirst with the age-old rum, all of a sudden, the waitress turned to our tables and exchanged our glasses. I dared not to utter a single word and move out of this conspiracy but my inner desire never allowed me to do it. Finally, gathering all the courage and guts inherited from the ancestors, I did ask the waitress about this unexpected exchange. She replied it with an excuse of an informal mistake. In no time, me and the seductress involved into various activities thereby fulfilling my much awaited erotic pleasure. She was a slim woman with lovely long legs, tender bosom and a charisma which will definitely fulfill your erotic desire. Death wished he was a part of earth to enjoy such love-making sessions. Again, we both turned back to our business of staring each other with frightful eyes. For the next forty minutes, both of us gulped down 3 pegs of rum. Suddenly, death made up his mind to move out and he left the table. Once again, death cheated on me. The waitress, while cleaning the table, whispered into my ears, " Shall we meet again ?" Death, standing at the doors of the bar, turned to me and said, " We are meeting again......On Highway To Hell "......!!!!