Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Two years ago, this day.
It was a sunny morning. I remember.
The sky was dark, it was in the wee hours of the morning, an unearthy hour
Men cladded in black, in sombre colours. Awakened by only a motive in mind
With an offering in hand, a huge procession followed. It was important, an event of much importance.
It was an event of no return. There was no way that the protagonist can back out.
Was the beads of perspiration, the trepidation an indication of the turmoil going through his mind.
It was never easy, everyone murmured... It is sealed for life, the skeptics shook their heads in disbelief.
Amidst the chaos, the protagonist steeled his resolve
It was a path he must take
The protagonist was me...
To be continued...
Will our protagonist aka me continue to stupefy the minds, occupy the bandwidth and fill the evil thirst for gossips of a IJ population born to criticise?
Will the author face a defamation suit?
Will you come back to read the next "exciting" half of...
"My 2.10 cents worth (with GST)"?