She
flinched her back heading down towards the direction of her toe. She had read
somewhere that just an attempt to maintain a straight posture can fill one with
self-determination and confidence. Realizing that she was unable to maintain
her posture made her feel more miserable. After many days, she missed her
college again. She locked herself the whole day. Walls of her room were just chuna-white
waiting for another coat of bright color to be painted; she stared the ceiling
of her room the entire day.
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Hanging
is the easiest way to die, she knows that. By the look of people hanged in
movies, one may not develop that inference but scientifically you die before
your brain could get a slight hint of the pain of being hanged. As a student of
anthropology, she knows by fact that majority of people in world who have
attempted suicide had chosen to be hanged. The ceiling in her room had a hook
in the centre, probably meant for holding a ceiling fan. She imagined herself
in the hook instead of the fan. She does that a lot. One day she even placed a
chair right below the hook and kept a stool above the chair. Standing in the
stool, she thought she would kick the stool after winding her favorite white
scarf around her neck. One..Two..Thrr….She couldn't kick the stool.
