Monday, November 29, 2010

Blinded

I knew that she was lying. The flower in her hand smelled of some man, someone royal. Her hair behind her ear showed evidently that he had touched her.

We didn't exchange any word after that. She just went inside and slept off. I assumed she had food from outside. Perhaps, she had some company too. I sat with a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of milk at dining table. The salad was hard to chew and I was facing problem gulping down the milk. I left the food and went off to sleep.

The pillow took the whole weight of my head. After few turns I found my comfortable position, my comfortable zone. Suddenly, I started thinking of her and the man with who she spent her whole day. I saw her hair that was kept behind her hair and couldn't stop thinking more.

I turned towards her and held her by her throat. After a while her leg fell silently.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Rantings

C: Hey, where have you been? Long time, no see!!

B: I can't see anymore. My eye balls just fell.

C: Hey!! How come?

B: Don't worry, it happens. Sometimes you just can't control your inner feelings.

C: Hmmm...ya, I know.

B: So, what's the plan now? Planning to see a doctor? I know one if you want.

C: No man. It feels nice when you can't see anything and just leave everything on your imagination. You can create your own world just before your eyes. And the funny part is you don't even have your eyes!! I have never been so happy ever.

B: But....

C: Actually, now that you seem so interested, let me tell you the truth. I myself popped my eyeballs out with my son's pencil.

B: Oh, so sad. But why would you do that?

C: This thing, I am referring to my eyes, lately had been demanding more. He wanted to see more places...wanted to see more mayhem, another world-war maybe. He was getting pleasure by all this chaos and negativity. You, won't believe, once he asked me if I could kill my son so that he could see him dying.

B: Oh, it must be then when you decided to pop your eyes out with your son's pencil.

C: No. It happened much later. When I decided to pop him out, he was just sleeping. It was harmless. But it made me see a weird dream about this coffee house where people were disappearing. But the good thing was that I had my share of coffee.

B: So, what was so bad in that? These things happen. You should not have punished him in such a harsh way.

C: I was fed up with his behaviour. Every time, he would demand something new and cruel. So, I gave him what he deserved.

B: What was his reaction when you decided to.....? Did you ask him his last wish?

C: Yes, as a matter of fact I did. He asked me to cut my finger. He wanted to see the pain in my eyes.

B: Uhhhh??

C: Yes, I did cut one off my finger - the thumb. He had asked for it. How could I not! He was my eye; my source of vision; the only thing that connected me with this world, with you. I had to fulfill his last wish. He was crying a lot. He was pleading....wanted me to reconsider my decision. But, I did not and popped him out.


A: Hey guys, wanna play ping-pong with me? I just found a pair of balls.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

In a blink

I am sitting in a coffee house. Everyone is still and looking at each other without any emotions. None. I don't remember whether I have placed my order or not. I decide to wait for some time till someone comes and asks what I please to have this evening. Courtesy. But the waiters are just sitting and staring at everyone with the same emotionless emotion. I am thinking of waving my hand or share a glance with some waiter. But, I can't. I just can't. My mind refuses to do that.

Slowly, my vision is turning hazy and I can't see any thing properly. Just the wavy outlines are the part of my vision. The silhouettes are also getting dimmer now. I am scared to blink. But, I can't resist as my eyes have become watery. Is this why everyone seems hazy?? Should I blink?? What if I don't see anyone after I blink. This is my only option - to keep not blinking and at least be satisfied that people are still here.

I am deciding whether to blink or not. But the inevitable happens and I blink. I could clearly listen to the flutter of my eye lid. And now no one is here. I am just sitting alone in this cafe. I have a cup of coffee on my table now. In bewilderment I try and see who brought my order (I don't even remember I had placed an order).

No one is there. Nevertheless, I am drinking my coffee. In a minute or so I finish the coffee and head for the door to walk out of this weird coffee house.

As I open the door, I see the whole place is filled with people - people sitting on their coffee table. Their eyes closed and and about to open. Soon.