ANGEL OF DEATH

Usually, alcoholism is a very bad addiction.

But sometimes, life puts us in such ordeals that escaping feels like the best option.

So one day, while i was sitting in a bar, i ended up meeting the angel of death.

But the angel of death doesn't look as scary as people make him sound.

He is an old man, with  bright face, eyes full of tears and wrinkles on this cheeks.

But he still is the angel of death.

So initially, i was scared to sit beside him, fearing that my time to go had come.

Then hesitantly i asked, "Whose time has ended that  you have come here?"

He smiled and answered, "For sometime, nobody's time has ended, that's why i am here."

All my fear was now gone, so i directly asked him that.

"You're the angel of death, that everyone fears.

When you come a bit close, everyone remembers god "but how do you feel?"

He kept quiet for a moment and then said, "Why is everyone grateful for the gift of life when it comes "but when i free a soul from this world i never receive any love?"

"My backbone breaks every time i lift a body, God comes to me, cures me and my backbone

"i tell god that i could live with a broken back but please give this job to someone else"

"But what can God do, when nobody else is ready to do this job?"

"I am unable to sleep, I get nightmares of all those families whose loved ones i took from them

"they abuse me and curse me, even while mourning they are angry at me"

"I wish i could show all those families, that their loved ones are happy here."

"But God doesn't give me permission to do that either."

"Sometimes i wish, that death comes to me as well, but then, who will free my soul?"

I felt really bad for him.

Someone might have done this for the first time, I invited the angel of death to my own house.

I said to him, "Come take rest at my place"

"You might many funerals to visit tomorrow"