The escape.

For a moment I thought it was over.
I never felt the feeling before in my life but that particular day I knew I was going to a place under.
I had that feeling that the angel of death had finally caught up with me. Maybe my time had finally come. Never to expect such a thing.

To me I never thought it was a realty but the reality was real. It was no dream, but a real situation happening to me. Many of the times I had ignored the fact that such a situation may happen to me.
But that was the day, the day when the rain, rains not to stop. The day when all trees are not safe for the monkey. The day when thunder thundered and thundered fear in me. It was the day I realised that in me lies a talent that should be worked on. My talent to run. I never imagined that I was able to run like bolt.
Thee fear made me run.
They came one by one.
And one by One they attacked.
I managed the impossible. To run away. Escape from the masked men.