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.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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