Rain
The four enclosed walls.
The still air.
The heavy cloud of serenity.
The soul that had been trapped too long in this cage flutters to escape – to touch fantasy, the fantasy of the sky. In this small room, the messenger of the sky awaits. The window. It waits to be opened by you and when you do so, the cool breeze touches you next. Releasing your soul, you reach a little closer to the sky. The flying birds mock you about the freedom that you do not have - to kiss the sky. What a shame is it to see that pathetic sight! But the open window makes your heartache a little less, to forget about the bad day. Despite such calibers of the window, I couldnt forget him.
Who was he? The man who killed my brother.
Sam
What happened to me? I couldn't remember it anymore. My head felt numb, weightless. I felt a warm liquid dripping my back, soaking my clothes. I was resting in the heavy green grasses, pleasuring all my pains. Was this heaven? It felt funny that even I could think about all this stuff when I realized that I was a murderer. Where was the dead body? I tried to move. The sudden pain reminded me of him, the person whom I trusted the most. He had hit me the way I deserved it. The bright blue sky hazed as a tremendous pain kicked in and I fell asleep. I saw them together in my dreams, the betrayer.
L
I was waiting for her again although she left just now. I knew she would come again. To catch me, to release me from all my guilt. I woke up and felt her in my embrace, relieved I opened the drawer beside the study table without making any sound and took out a small memo and a pen. I started to draw her face, keeping all the details in my mind. It was only the memories of hers that I wanted to carry with myself.
I got up from the bed slowly and went to the study to pick up the phone on the table. There were three miss calls from Maya and one text from Rio. I already knew that I was late for work and had to rush now. She was still sleeping soundly after throwing another tantrum last night. I hurriedly shaved off all the tiny spikes of my beard while being careful of my wound below my left eye. It always reminded me of unwanted things, the cross-connections and the fate.
As I welcomed myself within the empty bars in the most fashionable way, leading to the end of the hall where all my colleagues waited to celebrate my reincarnation. I owned the whole hotel but the restaurant cum bar that stood in the middle was the main source of attraction to the guests and the main source of income to me. I knew I was the main reason why our business was at its peak, as I was a retired actor who lost all fame because his past life got leaked; he was an ex-convict and a gangster who loved to cook. People loved gossips and they got what they wanted from me. So I had to open this hotel with the money I had previously saved.
Maya was standing with a bouquet of flowers. She smiled at me like him. Like Rains brother, the man who was only in memories now. The man who never knew what he did to my life.
Rain
Last night was a wreck. The whole neurological department went for a drink. I really hated it. Putting on a happy face to please your seniors when your heart ached about the fact that at this time I could have been in his arms in front of the fireplace. He didnt call me all day, although he knew that I would be trying to get sober after a phase of regret about the-things-the-stupid-drunken-me did last night. There was some hangover soup in the table with a memo saying "p.s. I luv the drunken monster, it works like no other energy drink", and my drunken face drawn behind it.
Hah....I said to myself a bit pleased. Atleast someone enjoyed it. I got ready for work and drove in to the hospital. As usual my work forks were staring at me and gossiping about something my stupid brain could never remember. I thought about the plot of the story last night, me getting drunk after few shots- then I must have called him –he must have taken me home – everyone getting shocked that the most gossiped person in the country came to get me. Wow! Even I would be gossiping about it if I was not the victim. But it turns out fate is very nasty, it is to me at least.
