Blahsphemy

The blank page welcomed me like a stranger in an empty train compartment. She didn't have any choice but to accommodate me. I sat gingerly at one edge of the seat. She stared at me with vacuous eyes. The wall of silence between us was thicker than the concrete floor of the platform. I waited for the right moment to befriend her. I was ready to wait an eternity for that. But then my train of thought was derailed by a loud ring. The real world was calling me on my mobile. I have to get off here right now. I didn't have the courage to look at her. Like a shadow I just faded away at the nearest station.

What's your story? What's my story? What's a story? Isn't it called life? Isn't life a story? Or isn't story life?

I am always the horny bitch, she retorted. Was there a faint tint of pride in her statement? Or was I imagining things? Next thing she will say is that I stole her husband. Do I need to hang around till that revelation happens? Or do I just say bye like many of her friends? But then I wish life was that simple. There are times when she had tried to do it. And every time we have ended up in a mental health facility. There are times when she had tried to end it all. I dread those days. We end up in some emergency ward with insensitive hospital attendants. Can't blame them, who wants to save someone who has given up on life. But today it's different. I want her to choose. Only one of us can exist. And I guess I have won. For there she is perched on that window sill looking 13 stories down at the traffic below as if she is seeing it for the first time. Bloody bitch, how she had tormented a poor soul like me with all her eccentricities. Let go, dear. Let go.

Have they found it?  No, they wouldn't have. The last transmission we intercepted said one of their kind perished today. They can afford to lose people, but we are just a handful. We need to find that serum fast. Did you know that they believe the serum is derived from our blood? Ah! If it's true then why do we need the serum? Is it why they are always after us? Shhhh! Did you hear that? What? Sounds like someone is tampering with our locks. Haven't you activate the force shield? The force shield is weak against their new technology. Keep still. I can hear voices. They are coming for us. Let's make sure that they don't get what they are looking for. You mean? Yes, press the incinerator button. But... Press it now, damn it. Awww, crap the button jammed. Now what. Let's go greet them and figure out whether we can help them find the serum. Hope they don't turn us in to lab rats.        

There comes a time in everyones life when time stands still. Right now, he was experiencing it. Was he awake or sleeping? He couldn't figure that either. Without time his life has come to a standstill. What caused this? He doesn't know. All that he knew was that it was time for his body clock to stop ticking. His pulse dropped, his lungs failed, his brain flickered, his pupils dilated. He froze in time and became a memory.

Today also he displayed that dreaded object that he calls his face. I didn't have an option but to stare back at him. But then, I made sure my face looked just like his. Every wrinkle, every hair follicle and pimple were copied to perfection. He also seemed to be happy about it. He stared at me for long. He even calls me his mirror image. Fool.    

Someone stole my pen. That's why I couldn't write all these days. You know how difficult it is when you don't have your pen, don't you? I don't have to tell you all this, but still I feel morally responsible for not writing and entertaining you. Don't you want to know who stole my pen? I am the one who had stolen it. I hid it where no one could find it. I searched everywhere else to make sure that it wasn't there. I didn't tell anyone that I had stolen it. I was too lazy to confront the blank pages. I was too blank to string the words. I shut my own conscience. I am a thief.