16 days to the end. Ever since I had been told of what kind of destiny awaiting me ahead, I had been thinking what I should do with the possessions I had. Staring blankly at the figure shown in my bank book, I realized I had been working day and night all my life to achieve this proud figure.
Living in a charming vintage house that I had bought for my father and myself after having my job promotion, moving around in my dream car that I had purchased using the bonus that I had received for getting a big project done spectacularly; no one would doubt how lavish these things were.
The house that I owned, the car belonged to me, all the money that I had…their value was easily defined by numbers. What about the life that I had lived? How would the value of my life be defined?
After a long thought, still I had no idea of what I should do with everything I had. I was helpless to accept the fact that I couldn’t use the money I had to buy myself some extra time…