Personal Narrative Story: The Death Of Ranjan's Life

Following days, tragic event surrounding death of Ranjan had irrevocably changed the walks of friends who had been close to him since taking admission in college. Each day was getting tenser to us. We felt his presence every time, everywhere- at hostel, in library, restaurant. His loving memory crept into mind, which was going to lit up specially when we found his presence days where we had spent time. Days came and passed with tense, diluting us in the sorry of ocean- never forgetting him
We did not go down for dinner that evening, which had decided to celebrate in Babaji hotel, but remained in our room and continued to fathom what would have been caused to make such decision, which was aghast and had not expected. What had taken place that …show more content…
It displayed unknown number."
I heard unfamiliar voice, �Come back hostel. It is an emergency. Later I knew he was Prashant" I tried to wore the same expression what was I had on that night.
"Prashant," he again paused me.
"Yes, our friend from hostel. He lives in with Ranjan"
"Did he say more than that?" he asked, fondling his beard.
"No, sir"
"We returned back hostel, saw his body lying on veranda. You know the rest. But a thing surprised me"
"What did you surprised, and why?"
"He did suicide that I can 't see as he was not that type of guy: dashing, fearless.
"It seems to have mistaken. It is not suicide case. A pre-planned murder" He patted my back.
I stopped there. A cop came in with in hand, describing pointing at something. After a minute, their conversation ended. He took a sip of bottle and turned us.
"Had any enmity with anyone or fighting or something?"
"No. He was a companionable, very accommodating, not likely to be enmity with anyone"
"But, had fought with"
"With whom" he surged ahead, staring at me.
"It was ragging"
"Ragging, clear it" He repeated with interrogative tone, squinting eyes at us. I could clearly see pair of frown on