The person who ruined his life was standing right in front of him, but he could do nothing now. It was too late for action. He was the cause of all his miseries and misfortunes. Filled with anger and sorrow together, he stared at the guy. The pale eyes, thick beard, dirty shirt, everything seemed familiar. He stood expressionless, with a sharp gaze; as if he would strangle him given a chance.
A khaki clad official entered the room through the door on the left.
‘Its time’, he said, ‘We have to leave now.’
Unwillingly he left the room with the officer. Walking through the corridors the officer said, ‘Can I ask you a question?’
‘Sure’. The reply was quick.
‘Why did you wish to see yourself in the mirror as your death wish?’