“I miss you. You have the best of all in this world. I am
always there for you if you need me! I will always be smiling and cheerful the
way you wanted. I am having my tears while typing this. Keep smiling and have a
rocking life. Love and luck will always be with you. Always yours…”
He clicked the button to reply. Thoughts crossed his mind. Meaningless
words they were he felt. She even doesn't know what I want in my life. She
never knew. Or maybe, if she knew, she would have been with me not these words.
When she went for what she wanted, she put up a great face of showering love.
But what love, if it’s not felt? He deleted the draft message he started to
type. From his pockets he took the music device and selected his favorite
playlist. The music started and he put on his earphones.
He looked at the sky. It seemed very near to him. The
evening looked beautiful. The city was dressed up with lights all over. There
was a small breeze which ruffled his hair, as though it wanted to whisper
something inside his ears. The red sun which was almost going down was shining
at its best, something like the flame before it goes off. Did it too wanted to
say something to him? God knows! He was not able to decipher the signs. All he
knew was, on the list of innumerable acts he had weaved in the frame he had
build in his mind, standing and witness the sun go down, the birds fly, the
lights being lit in every building and escaping through the windows standing on
this terrace so high was something on top; with her it was!
He stared blank at the sky. The clouds were passing nearby! Flocks of birds were going back their home. He
felt they were saying good-bye’s to him. Heaven seemed very near to him. Down
many blocks of concrete building, people were walking and seemed like dots. Hordes
of cars pacing to their own destinations made him realize everybody was busy
with their own life. He took a deep breath. The music was going on. Few more
moments and then freedom; a real good fly, he thought.
* **
People were gathering. All wore a shock! He opened his eyes.
People were staring at him, still in shock. I should leave before the crowd
becomes more, he thought. He got up slowly and became a part of the crowd. It
is when actually he saw it. The motionless body of his, lying there in a pool
of blood.
He looked back. He wore a smile but a fake one. The people
who were checking the body that he left over there were confused what to do. It
was still bleeding and the blood streams were flowing happily as if they were
freed. Someone was calling the police. Someone just picked up the mobile that
was lying few meters far away in the hope they could call someone near and dear
to the deceased body. The stranger read the message she sent which was open. Gloominess
shadowed his face. “She does not know she never was with him when he wanted her”,
the stranger said and kept the mobile near to the body; the body he left for
the world. To cry for, to sympathize with, to condemn with!
He started walking, knowing not where to head. “Just keep
walking”, he told himself, for once he felt free; and happy. Into a new life! Own
life, where no one is to bother. Free of emotions, free of dreams and free of
love. Free of notions, free of worldly guileless, free of fake love’s which all
just wrapped in words not acts, free of expectations, free of life. He just
started his wandering, just as a soul; without the baggage of a body. One last
thought crossed his mind. At some corner she will be happy thinking he is fine
and living a great life chasing his dreams. Let her be at peace, since she doesn’t
know what the body did to the hurt soul. Let her live on her fancy land.
‘Groovy kind of love’ was still playing on his music device,
left near to his body. Peace.
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Special Notice: The author doesn't advocate suicide, its just a story. Suicide is never a solution for any problems. The story only shows a case, needless to say, not to highlight anything bad.
