Death’s Call

I’d a dream of killing myself a few days ago. I tried. I tried my level best to do it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 00:59 in the morning. I was heartbroken. I was all alone. I was in a mood to hide somewhere: an unknown place of seemly atmosphere which was completely exposed to nature, unbounded by any certainty in rules. I was astonished to accept my self as dumb enough to live in a busiest corner of the world. I was hoping for a change to happen while counting down my footsteps everyday; a change in me would have given a change in the whole new world, too; I was a part of your world as well. I was familiar regarding my absence in the same world a few days later; maybe an year or 2, after that I would remain as a memory in everybody’s mind; nobody would think of me unless and until they realize that once I existed here. I wasn’t a coward, but I was someone who smiled at others most of the times in a day even though I had forgotten to talk to them. I didn’t want to make them feel neither good nor bad about me. Why should I? Let them think of it.

I was never afraid of death; I believed on death as a constant follower of birth as nobody could escape from both, regardless whatever you’ve acquired thus far in life. I was quite nervous to die so though; would it pain a lot when I die?

I didn’t find anything wrong while preferring the choice of death. Hence I died. Although it’d given me too much of pain while the life-factor left from my physical body. I liked it once I was out from it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, again. It was 1 o’ clock in the morning. I walked in and around my room trying to remember something I’d forgotten- it’s my journal! I tried to take my journal which was kept under the pillow. But my head was resting upon the pillow. I tried to wake my body up so many times. I couldn’t do it as it was so heavy for me to raise up.

My journal! I promised myself earlier before and written down in the journal that I wouldn’t die. But I did. I’d to erase that “not” with “would” and make it “would”. That’s the only thing I wanted to do before I leave.

It started attracting me- my death! I’d been moving away from my journal. I couldn’t write it down anymore. I’m leaving… My time had come; I really wanted to stay here for completing it, or at least to erase that single world. It’s my time.. I didn’t want to… I’m leaving… With a sinuous scar of it.

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They

He loves her. She loves him. They’re in love. Today’s evening would be a turning point in both of their lives; they’re going to celebrate the very first anniversary of their unbreakable bond of love and comely relationship at the Brisbane Hotel on a candle light dinner’s table. She gets ready for the party, wearing the dazzling angel’s frock he’d gifted her last night. It gives an agile and innocent outlook for her. He’s always bad at the selection of her dresses, but this time he proved that he knows what she loves to wear on this special day. 

It’s getting late. She’s been calling him for the 6th time thus far; he’s not responding to her calls.

“Maybe because he’ll have a lot more pending works left to be done at the work site”, she thought. 

She sits on the floor, surfing through the gallery of his images. Memories flashes through her mind. She smiles. 

An year ago, they’ve sacrificed so many things for their love to prosper and live together like they’ve wished for; many of them in the society hated and considered their relationship as a wrong take. He’s an orphan from a different religion and she’s from the richest family of Australia itself. This is their love story. Many among them hideously tried to question he and she; they tried to separate them everlastingly. But their love won at the end after so many melodramatic incidents happened in their families because of their relationship. They escaped from all those society’s cliche and right now they’re dwelling together at a rented home in Perth. He works as a technician at UWA and she’s a freelance writer.

She has a short-nap while going back to all those bitter most memories in their life. Nevertheless, they have never felt wrong with the decision they’ve chosen to live together.

Suddenly, she wakes up. It’s 12:30 now! She takes her cell out from the handbag and checks out whether she’s received any calls from him. Nothing is there in the list. She gasps and drinks water from the bottle on the table. She takes her cell and calls him again. It rings; although, he’s not picking up the call this time, too. 

She gets tensed; she walks down through the corridor; she looks out through the open window to see whether he’s coming by that way or not. But there is no signs of her husband’s traces on that pathway. 

She finds it very difficult to understand the situation. She feels so lonely to stand there like a dumb. She doesn’t even know where he’s.

She calls him, again. “The number you’re calling is currently switched off. Please try again later”, it says.

Her heart ponders. She faints down on the ground. She feels like killing herself on that midnight. 

Her cell blinks with his name. It’s not ringing. She picks up the call.

“Hello…! Where are you?”

“Hello! May I know who is this?”

“What? Who is this? Who are you? Where is he?”

“Excuse me, Ma’am. Dr. John is talking here. Is this she?

“Yes, I’m…..”

“I’m absolutely sorry to say this to you that he met with an accident nearer by Brisbane Hotel, an hour ago. His condition isn’t that critical, however he’s in Intensive Care Unit now. You don’t have to worry about anything right at the moment. We’ll take care of him. Have trust on your God. But could you please come to The Mount Hospital at the earliest as possible?”

“What…? What happened to him?”

“Ma’am.. Please…!”

“I’m coming…. I’m….”

She reaches at The Mount Hospital in a hurry and enquires to a lady at the reception counter regarding the location of ICU. She runs through the steps and finds out the ICU, which is on the 5th floor, in a short while. 

“She? Aren’t you?”

“….tell me where is he?”

“He’s absolutely fine now. You don’t have worry about anything, Ma’am. We’ve taken care of him. He’ll be transferred to the room after a few hours. He’d a major injury on his leg. We’ve tried our level best to recover him from the accident’s outcome. There was an agreement to be signed before the operation to be done. But there was no need of doing this operation like we’d thought of. There is nothing to worry about him right now. You can see him soon. Don’t worry!”

Finally, she releases her long breath. She cries. She doesn’t try to stop herself from doing it. She sits on the one of the chair stowed in front of the ICU room.

“Thank you so much, Dr. John”, she said to Dr. John, a middle aged- good looking man, who’s been walking away from the ICU.

After a few hours, he gets shifted to room. He’s unconscious. She gets inside and closes the door. She sits nearer to him and entangles her fingers with his fingers. 

She kisses him on his forehead. She stares at him like she always does. 

“This isn’t the first time! He doesn’t understand how he rides on the road. He doesn’t know how much I need him. He’s like this only. But I know this. He loves me. He loves me from the core of his heart. He’s mine. He’s my everything”, she thought.

A fairy night’s end.

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Her White Portrait


She mixed the improper proportions of red, green and blue, her favorite colors, in the wooden palette. While mixing the colors, the droplets of sweat, she had, on her forehead was swabbed away with the bed-sheet, she wore at that moment to hide her nudity. The window pane was wide open and the white- curtains fly in the face of wintry breeze as it trespassed her messy room like an unexpected visitor, that time. While painting on the pure black drawing sheet fixed on the palette, she fused the colors together again for the free flow of mixture using her other fine painting brush kept in the carton. As the time passed along with her brush’s movement, she suddenly heard a serene voice from behind. She stared at him for a while to know whether he’s sleeping finely, watching their common dreams on the bed which lies on the floor beneath her feet where she’s happily standing and painting, under their white blanket. After making sure that he’s asleep, she concentrated back on her work with an awe of him and stalked on her white portrait yet to be completed within the pure black drawing sheet.

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An Image

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“What? No..! I can’t believe it. He is alive”, he bursted out at him.

“Rahul…! You must have to agree with me; you should accept the fact. He’s no more. It’s all done. The incident happened at around 11:30 pm day before yesterday nearer by a pocket road in Menaka Junction. He was heading back to home after the commencement of a private function in an apartment there. As per the most recent communique by the city cops in connection with the medical results, it’s a normal death caused due to severe internal bleeding in the brain; the body was neither harmed nor slaughtered by anybody. Although the reason is still unknown. An oldman who was coming by that way found him on the desolate road at around 10:13 pm and admitted him in the nearest hospital within half an hour. While he was carrying him to the hospital, Rahul was gravely murmuring something. “I’ve done everything…. I’ve….”, he was frequently saying it as per the oldman’s valid statement. It was medically acclaimed by the superior surgeon by around 11:15 that he’s no more.  Actually, nobody knew it. He asked Rithika, who came to know about this far fetched news at first, to hide it from everyone, even from his beloved achan (dad). Achan got informed regarding it by today afternoon only.

“He alleged his vast findings to know the darkness in his life through…..while we were boozing at my home last week. He was so happy while talking endlessly, that night. You know how wise he’s… He is not that bad at finding his…. He was… I couldn’t… Nooooo…. He’s alive! Rahul is alive”, Rahul emotionally articulated while staring at his closest pal’s enlarged smiling photograph framed on the wall opposite to him.

“Words are meant to be proven by many! But why he….? Why??? What if we’re without him…? Can you imagine it? Tell me..! Can you….? How about she? How about Rith? They dreamt a lot together apart from us; their love; the way in which she cared him; his selfishness to make her happy at no cost; objections from everyone, but they loved like nobody else…together..floating in their world. How’ll she accept it? Where is she? Where is she?”, he asked, the loathing clear in his voice and posture.

“He’d forgotten all about us—my heart ached at the thought—but we’d never forgotten him. Come..! Let’s go now. We must… She is his girl. She already went a lot through it.  I didn’t see her anywhere there as I went to his home in the morning. I think she’ll be there. Yea! Let’s go”, Rahul said, pointing a finger at his room on the other side.

Both of them allegedly entered into the room after unlocking it with the key they’d.

It was a messy room with the picturesque of his photographs fixed on the white wall. As they went through it, one-by-one, memories they’d with their mate passed in and out through their minds. But… When that image- someone staring at someone’s eyes- trespassed their way, they stood right in front of it and overlooked at it for more time.

“He loved you, Rith—”

“As if I could believe that.”

“—for as long as he can, such a long, long time.”

– Rahul

About Me

About Me

On that misty evening, she asked me to pen down regarding myself! While writing besides the warmth of fiery firewood, I got stuck by its unusual ending; all I wanted to say to her was not about myself, it’s all about herself.

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A Black Mole

I found that it’s very difficult to stay in front my mirror for finding out that black-mole, I’ve, right above my left eyebrow. He stated last night that he had ascertained that there. But at where? Nothing is there! Noooo… He said so.. It’s there.. Yes, it’s…

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The Mystical Path

It was then he realized that there is a formal darkness coming by that haunted path; a fascinating doll woven together with cotton and silk moaned for a while, looking at him. Alas! His heart beats lowered down, and those dry lips were kissed by a woman, like a chameleon.

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