On November 30, 2009, In Life and More, by Prashant Pillai
Chapter : I shot myself
As the train swayed its lulled passengers, the man seated next to me pulled out a syringe and an insulin bottle from a small black pouch. The man seemed relaxed and calm as he uncapped the syringe revealing its 3 inch needle. He then filled the syringe with the insulin, [...]




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