You see, the word “suicide” isn’t only made for dictionaries. It has to have a practical application. And here’s the application. I’ve decided to free myself from this life. What for? If I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You can sympathize, understand, show compassion. But feel my pain? No. You comprehend my pain but you can’t feel it. 

It was just after I got married. We had all kinds of troubles. I was so fed up of it that I decided to end it all. One morning, before dawn, I put a rope in my car. My mind was made up, I wanted to kill myself. I set off for Mianeh. This was in 1960. I reached the mulberry tree plantations. I stopped there. It was still dark. I threw the rope over the three but it didn’t catch hold. I tried once, twice but to no avail. So then I climbed the tree and tied the rope on tight. Then I felt something soft under my hand. Mulberries, deliciously sweet mulberries… I ate one. It was succulent then a second and third. Suddenly, I noticed that the sun was rising over the mountain top. What sun, what’s scenery, what greenery! All of a sudden I heard children heading off to school. They stopped to look at me. They asked me to shake the tree. The mulberries fell and they ate. I felt happy. Then I gathered some mulberries to take them home. My wife was still sleeping. When she woke up, she ate mulberries as well. And she enjoyed them too. I had left to kill myself and I came back with mulberries. A mulberry  saved my life.