I'll Wait........

Bang! Bang! Bang ! , Three shots aimed at the torso of the once loved one, this was a long awaited moment for Prem and he had it rehearsed for the last 2 months-the time when he knew he was closer to vengeance.

There was cry, fear and panic in the wedding hall but it was a moment of truth for him as the warm blood touched his cold feet. He bent down for one last glance at the face that had deceived him and he remembered the lines he had wrote when she had dumped him “I saw heaven in her face and a hell in her heart “. As rehearsed, he wanted to smear her blood over his forehead and shout "love hurts" but he refrained for reasons unknown.

The crushing beats of the water falls and the rustling of the leaves, a pen with it's cap opened lay beside the man who was fast asleep still stinking of the cheap spirit that he had consumed, some fishes tried to clean the stains and dirt of the hand that lay dipped in the flowing water-this man lay there amidst the wild with a smile on his face, not all the smiles are the same – this one displayed a sense of accomplishment.

He did not know the date or the time and was unsure of how long he had passed out, he tried to lift himself but fell hard on the rock as he felt an acute pain on the left side of his brain and this was not one of those hangovers. Still lying there he searched his pockets for some more spirit that can ease his pain, finding that he had emptied all, he splashed the water on his face and decided to leave.

After a few staggering steps, he walked back to the rock where he had spent the last unknown and unaccounted hours of his life – searching under the leaves he found what was at the moment the most valuable, the most precious of all the things that he possessed on earth --- his pen which was a gift from his high school friend.

The next couple of hours unable to walk , he sat leaning on the trunk of a tree, this time his sight was fixed on the pen and thoughts racing back to the playground, which he believed was the only real playground where , as everyone big had told him life is a playground. All those who were opponents on that playground had turned good or if time be true the most trusted friends of Prem’s life.

All the counseling had failed from family and friends and now he sat there – was it all worth it?

He knew he cannot get her out of his mind and the least he could do was, drench his brain and mind and what ever that reminded him of her, in the sight of her blood at his feet asking for forgiveness. He knew it was the ego but still he wanted it – some forget and move on and some can’t live without the pain. It’s like a bullet in your heart, as long as it’s there you have the pain, you operate to take it out, you die. IF IT DOESN’T HURT – PREM’S DEAD

Note: I hold no accountability if it resembles anyone’s love or life.