Recently, a good friend of mine Roza shared a story with the depth, it reminded me of the vulnerability of the past. It reminded me of Japanese ritual suicide hari-kari . According to Britannica's dictionary, “The word hara-kari, means belly-cutting. The honorable method of taking one’s own life practiced by men of the samurai(military) class in feudal Japan was known as seppuku , which means “self-disembowelment.” A list of momentum I captured in my timeline where I chased death from its tail, but it ran away. I hate lists of listing griefs, but here I conclude an encounter with death- 1. I wanted to choke myself to death in hot water at a friend's pg (it had Victorian era Jacuzzi 🛁) because the grief made a home in my heart. 2. I was on the 4th floor of my pg and wanted to jump(did that each day: during sunrise, and at the death of night). Always standing on the edge. I still remember that feeling. It takes a lot to carry a step forw...