Part 2
The distant rattle of the express reminded him that it had an entry in his apparently ever-growing list of sworn enemies. He walked towards his table and looked at it. There were scribblings on it. Bits of paper were strewn around. He looked up at the poster again and tried to make a strange connection between the train and godfathers take on enemies.
And then it struck him. Maybe his enemy could give him the answer he was looking for all along. Yes, this was it. All he had to do was to lie on the track and his “enemy” would do the rest. Take him away from this hellhole. All of a sudden everything seemed to fall in place. He had found his passage to history. An UNCOMPLICATED death he thought again
It was almost dark now. He decided it was time to leave. He looked at his wife’s photo and wished that she were there to comfort him. To tell him that it was all right. To give him that hug that had reassured him always. He took small steps across the make shift mantle that had his favorite photos. He saw his mother’s picture and a tear welled in his eye. She looked more beautiful than ever. He caressed the photo and mumbled a sorry to it. It was the first time in years that he cried. Probably the last.
Trudging over rocks and pebbles he walked towards the track. It was pitch dark and he could barely see where he was heading. The night had an eerie silence about it. The air was still. The walk was agonizingly painful but each step took him away from his pain and his misery he remembered. But it also brought him that much closer to death.
Making the final climb to the elevated track, he looked at the sky and breathed heavily. Sadness, fatigue and mental trauma in the ugliest of concoctions flowed through his veins. He knelt down and buried his face in his hands.
Looking around and finding no one, he arched his back on the track and lay facing the sky. The moonlit sky and the stars seemed like doing an ensemble for his farewell. Silence always hounded him, but now it seemed like even the silence was saying a silent prayer for him.
He closed his eyes and waited with bated breath. Moments passed and he felt more lifeless with each passing second
A distant rumble broke the silence. He flipped his head to his right and saw a distant light accompanied with the ear-piercing horn. He clenched his fists hard and shut his eyes. He tried not to think of anything, but they say, moments before you die, your see flashes of your life in your mind. He thought of his mother, the only lady who unconditionally loved him; his wife who had been the only sane being in his insane world. There were good things and good times too after all, he thought
And then it struck him. Maybe his enemy could give him the answer he was looking for all along. Yes, this was it. All he had to do was to lie on the track and his “enemy” would do the rest. Take him away from this hellhole. All of a sudden everything seemed to fall in place. He had found his passage to history. An UNCOMPLICATED death he thought again
It was almost dark now. He decided it was time to leave. He looked at his wife’s photo and wished that she were there to comfort him. To tell him that it was all right. To give him that hug that had reassured him always. He took small steps across the make shift mantle that had his favorite photos. He saw his mother’s picture and a tear welled in his eye. She looked more beautiful than ever. He caressed the photo and mumbled a sorry to it. It was the first time in years that he cried. Probably the last.
Trudging over rocks and pebbles he walked towards the track. It was pitch dark and he could barely see where he was heading. The night had an eerie silence about it. The air was still. The walk was agonizingly painful but each step took him away from his pain and his misery he remembered. But it also brought him that much closer to death.
Making the final climb to the elevated track, he looked at the sky and breathed heavily. Sadness, fatigue and mental trauma in the ugliest of concoctions flowed through his veins. He knelt down and buried his face in his hands.
Looking around and finding no one, he arched his back on the track and lay facing the sky. The moonlit sky and the stars seemed like doing an ensemble for his farewell. Silence always hounded him, but now it seemed like even the silence was saying a silent prayer for him.
He closed his eyes and waited with bated breath. Moments passed and he felt more lifeless with each passing second
A distant rumble broke the silence. He flipped his head to his right and saw a distant light accompanied with the ear-piercing horn. He clenched his fists hard and shut his eyes. He tried not to think of anything, but they say, moments before you die, your see flashes of your life in your mind. He thought of his mother, the only lady who unconditionally loved him; his wife who had been the only sane being in his insane world. There were good things and good times too after all, he thought
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