A story

When I went to Oman, I wrote a small story in one of the local newspaper's Thursday Magazine. It was a readers' column where we could tell about any incident.

I wrote about a heart problem person who goes out walking since his scooter is out of order. He buys a book and keeps reading and walking. When he was on the down gradient suddenly a car comes down fast. A cyclist comes in the way of car and to avoid the cyclist the car swerves to the side where the hero is walking unaware that a car is behind him.

Suddenly the book flies off his hand and he falls down. The crowd comes to surround him and a guy who was a doctor in the crowd feels this person's pulse and declares him as 'dead'. Actually he says the person died of heart attack. There is no visible injury caused by the car.

The book which flew out of hand is lying on the road and the pages are moving making a noise due to the breeze.

Some one picks up the book and reads the title 'An art of dying'

How do you feel it is?