R e v o l u t i o n

Year : 2112

A dark night it was. Revenge clouded the moon of sanity. The wind carried with it the exotic smell of hope. Life was balancing over fear and death. It was the darkest night indeed. But, it had to end here. It was the night to show them what we were really made up off. The dawn would either be woken to our extinction or our freedom.

The raindrops washed off the tiresomeness of the soul. I looked up towards the sky to feel god’s elixir grace me. After gaining enough blessings, I shifted my focus back to the low life form in front of me. Amidst the constant darkness and the flickering lightning, I could see its eyes clearly. I started right into it. It opened its mouth as if to say something, but it couldn’t. The eyes emoted all that were needed to tell. The eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, which was the about the same measure as mine. But, in addition, it had something I did not. It was fear.

‘Come, let us go’, Vartixus shouted.

<< REWIND

I wish I could rewind everything. But from where would I start? If only, we could rewind in life, life would be so much better; but, irony is, we tend to think about it only when we are on the verge of hitting the ground.

Would I feel anything at all? I wondered how it would feel when I hit the ground. Within seconds, I would hit the ground, and even my thoughts would die then. The ground seemed too far and very close at the same time. I could feel the freedom of falling. My dress fluttered like a butterfly. My long hair covered my eyes as I twisted and turned in the air. I couldn’t feel any sensation; I floated like a lifeless soul being pulled by gravity. My heart couldn’t feel any emotion; it was too hurt. My back didn’t hurt any more. The fall gave an unexplainable feeling of adrenalin rushing through me. The view I had as I descended down to earth was the most beautiful scenery I had ever seen; it was the last scenery too. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened, and that there was nothing I could do than accept my destiny. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I know they will not even be able to find or trace where my body would be. I had no doubt that the fall was going to be fatal. I closed my eyes. I kept seeing my husband’s face in my mind and I couldn’t help but feel sad. His eyes told me how much he had been hurt too. As I fell, I could see him looking at me with the most pained eyes I have ever seen. My fingers graced his fingers as I fell into the void. His grip loosened and he left my hand. I didn’t have to fall to die; I felt I already died right then. There was nothing that could be said after this; it was just too late. He didn’t say anything nor did I say anything. His stare in all its depth conveyed to me how much he loved me and how hurt he was. He took a pause; looked at me; stared into my eyes.

Not just another love story

‘Wait. If you thought this is just another love story. Then you are wrong. You cannot expect anything so ordinary from me. This is… ‘

‘Yeah, yeah. I know. It is special. It is magical. It is like walking 2 feet above ground level. It is like listening to songs in the background. Right?’, Rohit asked.

‘Yes. But, it is much more than that’, I said. I lost the interest to continue due to Rohit’s abrupt end to my sentence.

‘Cool. Then why did she not come?’

‘I don’t know. Maybe she got busy. Maybe she got stuck in some impossible situation.’

‘All the best’, Rohit said as he walked away.

Rohit’s sarcasm was like a slap on my love. He had no idea how much I loved her. He didn’t know anything about her either. He didn’t have the faintest idea of how she talked or behaved when she was with me. But, then again, he was right. Why didn’t she come? We were to meet for lunch that day. She didn’t turn up. That night, I decided to drown my sorrow with an accepted quantity of alcohol. But, I don’t know what my mind thought was acceptable after the first glass. I woke up the next morning with a complete hangover. I had a splitting headache. I was in no shape to go to office. I called up my manager and called in sick. I got ready and headed for the coffee shop. A strong coffee should straighten me up, I thought. My eyes were still struggling to keep themselves open. With great difficulty, I was trying to tear the sugar packet and empty its contents to my cup of coffee.

‘Sorry’, said a voice.

The Hole in the Wall

Are you really happy? Are you content with what you have? Look around you. Every second and every moment is full of beauty, love and awe. Do you feel and enjoy it or do you keep wanting for more? Is enough, never enough? Happiness is a perspective. You can have everything and feel happiness as a dot, and you can have nothing and feel happiness as the world.

                I stood in the queue, filled my plate with lunch, and sat at my favourite spot in the lunch hall. My spot had the best view of the garden outside. The hall was in the first floor, so, from up here, I could see the entire layout of the garden. My friends were talking to me, laughing and living the moment. Not me. I felt a sense of loneliness even when I was amidst them. The food which I once cherished seemed stale and uninteresting to me. I moved my plate a little closer to me, and the gravy fell on my shirt. I jumped from my chair and stood up, with gravy all over me. My friends along with five hundred or six hundred other students had a nice laughter at my expense. The staff too laughed and made comments. I excused myself to wash my shirt. Laugh all you want, as I would be the one laughing last, I thought. I was down the corridor which led to the restroom. As I walked farther into the corridor, I could hear the laughter diminishing behind me. I turned back and saw no one behind me. I slipped away from the corridor and took the stairs. I ran up the stairs with all the energy I could exert. Those fools thought I was stupid enough to pour gravy on myself. But, had even one of them thought how could a perfectionist and intellectual like me do something crazy like this. They cant, and they wont. They like to believe that even the great ones fall once in a while. It gives them a sense of relief to think, that people whom they once thought as extraordinary were just normal people. Not even one could have thought, maybe I purposefully spilled the gravy. Even if they did think, they would be stumbled by the next question. Why? It seems a perfectly normal day; why should he do something different today? I had too, because today was special. And today, I intended to end it all. Climbed four floors up and reached the workshop. Took the big hammer. It was very strong and big hammer. It could easily crush anything. Just what I needed. I carried it in both my hands, and ran all the way back. Reached the first floor where the lunch room was, and hid the hammer behind the staircase. Went to the restroom and washed my shirt and walked back to the lunch room. Still few laughed. I could only smile back, at their ignorance. I continued with my lunch.

Oversight

I stopped at a Café. I was already late, but still I had to have my breakfast. I ordered a cup of coffee and club sandwich. I took the table closest to the counter. This is actually a self-service Café, but the waiter never lets me pick up my order. I usually don’t encourage such initiatives, but when I am in a hurry in the morning with a lot of things in my mind, I usually mess things up. Today was one such day. I had to pay my electricity bills, do my laundry, and of course, my French class. I always thought French was the sweetest language to hear. ‘Bonjour’, ‘Aujourd’ hui’, ‘merci’. Just tell it aloud and they sound so good. And apart from all these tasks, I have my main job, the one that pays for my sandwich. Late! How can I be late, when I am called suddenly and told to come over immediately? That doesn’t get categorized as late. Strange thought, but it made me feel less shameful and guilty. It worked for me.

‘Jennifer, here is your coffee and your sandwich. The sandwich is extra cheesy, just as you would like it’, the waiter said.

‘Thank you Henry’, I replied. I started eating the sandwich quickly.

‘Whoa! slow down a bit. My chef takes 5 mins to prepare a good meal for you and you gobble it down in seconds’, he replied.