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3.30 am.
Exams, projects, marks, placements
the words that crammed his head
dissolved into a pool of blood.
The stars beckoned him,
he smiled, the revolver slid from his hand.
The note fluttered under the coffee cup
while he joined the stars.
‘Let me sleep’ that’s all the note said.
(Note: The suicide note of this IIT Kharagpur student shook me to the core. He belonged to my husband’s alma mater and also his department.)
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