Lovers Point- A Short Story
Y ug was standing right at the forward tip of Lovers Point. It was dangerous. But not for someone who had decided to end his life. It was a table top feature perched precariously on a high peak, surrounded on all sides by an iron fence. The inbound area was tiled. It was a picnic spot. But mostly, it was frequented by fellows, wounded by the cupid’s arrow. Lush green surroundings, vision extending up to infinity, a vibrant valley of flowers spread out in front and the fresh, fragrant breeze. All this effortlessly placed you in a relaxed frame of mind, inspired you to become more of yourself, acknowledge the other and maybe, fall in love! On other occasions, this extraordinary ambience just did the opposite which earned this place another tag, Suicide Point . Every year, many people jumped down to sure death from this height and said goodbye to a world which had become too much for them. The administration had put some strict rules in place, increased the number of guards,...