Running through the Streets

Running Through the Streets
"What can you do for me?" she asked in a low shaky voice. The voice which filled me with lively spirits every time I heard it.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked in a husky voice, filled with a hint of mockery...
"Till what extent, would you go for me?" she again pounded me with an unequivocal emotional question.
"Till where do you want me to go?" I replied again with a question
"Can you run through the streets for me...naked?" she threw at me without a flaunt.
"Well can you kiss me right now?" I asked her pathetically looking at the people around us
The next moment I tasted a strawberry flavour in my mouth. I loved the taste, but I never understood, what was going on until she slowly withdrew her lips from my face. I was stunned when my senses hit me!
"Alright, now can you die for me?" she asked in an exasperated tone, giving indications that this was her last question.
A bunch of people were looking at us now, some teenager kids probably jealous of us, were making a mockery of us, a few elderly couples eyeing us suspiciously. Probably, the kiss had a too much of effect on them, on me too, my head was swirling like heavens had come forth to shelter me. Without, realising the risk of the next sentence, my adrenaline just made my lips move and my vocal chords acted in such a manner, that the next sentece hitting my ears implied,
"anything I do for you just fills me up with more life, each time I think of you, I come across a reason to live... but if there's anything I can do to ease you, then I will even go against my morals to die for you"
Her blue eyes were again staring in my eyes, looking for words which her vocabulary couldn't express. She was not speaking at all but at the same time, I was hearing just everything in the world she meant to say right now. Finally, the words came out of her mouth.
"was the last words you spoke was just to impress me or due to other internal intimacies?" her eyes clearly signified that she had never wanted to ask that question, but that goddamn white matter in her brain had made her to do so... I was infuriated but, my answer had to come out. I wondered, if my voice could pass through my clenched teeth to reach her ears in this dense mental atmosphere. I held her in my arms and felt the vibrations of the sound passing out of my mouth...
"I was never attracted towards you, but it was my need... you have become an essential component of my life, without which it is impossible and useless to survive..."
It just seemed that my legs sprang to life after growing their brain of own leading me away from her... I knew that she was crying as I was walking away... It seemed that my heart could feel the moist air around her eyes and the wetness of her eyelashes...
I turned the key and my sport bike came to life. I didn't knew why I did it, but as my bike passed through my tainted blur red house, the brakes didn't come to the tire slowing it for even a fraction of second but when they did, I realised that I was in front of a disco.
Two hours later, I was walking through my lawn to get hold of my doorknob, my senses were a bit dimmed, due to the 2 cigarettes which had filled my lungs. My mom was in the kitchen as usual, preparing the dinner, as I walked in, her alerting voice rang in my ears.
"Ronnie, who's this Andy? she called a dozen oftimes in the last two hours, demanding for you" She asked in her normal tone of authority...
"Just a friend mom, she's just a bit sticky" I replied straightly recalling that I had left her in an amusement park just 2 hours ago...
I went up to my room, and put on my headphones playing my favorite song... I was about to drift away to sleep, when my mother burst open my door "Does the Andy you were talking about lives in the 32nd street?" she asked bewildered, I remembered a familiar sign stating 32 and an arrow on a yellow board, from where I used to pick her up usually.
"Yes,... what about her?" I asked in an eager tone
"check out the news" my mother said quickly walking out of the door
All over the horrid news was about a girl who recently cut her wrist. She didn't tell anybody the absurd reason, that why she did so, but still, I knew it perfectly! I picked up my black jacket but the next second I realised that I didn't need it now, I just opened the door and walked out silently.
"Hey son, where are you going at this time of night? and wear something warm, you'll get cold in that thin jacket!!" Said my father with concern
"Dad, I am just going away... far away, and anyways, whatever I wear, I will be too cold soon to wear these..." I just replied without thinking about what I was saying and walked away
As I reached the main streets, the signboard reading N-Streets caught my attention, it was usually supposed to mean north streets, but the voice inside my inner mind told me that it could mean naked streets... something Andy had said me to do, probably her last wish I just heard the thud of my every cloth slowly as I unrapped my body, then silently, I began my run, my final run...
I had ran a mile or so, through the crowded streets, and now people were starting to realize my presence, I could feel every inch of my body glittering in the yellow street lamps as I ran through them. I didn't feel a thing until my eyes saw the ground tilting away. Then, every thing appeared to be in slow motion, a large number of people were looking at the place, where I just stood, now there was a car at my place... I thought my real body was beneath that car and my spiritual soul floating away to heavens until, I felt the touch of icy water on my skin then everything turned to a blurr... a slow blurr.
After about, 2 minutes, I realized the feeling of drowning then, everything just vanished, the waves, the lights, the hand, the voice, the water... All before me was just whiteness, then with a sudden horror, I realized that a hand was also there, I tried to seperate my eyelashes and my world turned blue and white, or rather half blue and half white... both the colours gave me a hand each, I moved towards the white heavens, when I suddenly saw the face of Andie in the blue side... I quickly sprang to life grabbing the bluish hand...
When I opened my eyes again, it was again white, just like the half heaven I had betrayed on the brink of death as I came back to myself, I saw a blurred image of a person's head, over me sheilding me from heavens eternal light... Soon I realised that it was Andie looking at me, as I looked to my sides, I realised that I was in the emergency wing of the hospital...
"Ack...I... I thought that... that I could fulfill your last wish" I said choking with nearly each word
"But I never did die though you were almost dead there..." she smiled as she spoke these words. Her smile seemed so magnificient, that I felt I would die again... from heart attack this time!!
"You also di... did die there for..."I was interrupted in between my sentence by her warm cozy lips, I could taste her lipstick flavor now... It was Chocolate today, and I loved it more than ever...

The face in the Mirror...

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I was pacing up and down on the stairs in my basement, the natural calmness in my attitude had vanished a few moments ago, when I had seen the words "This Is Your Last Night" sprawled on my bedroom wall with dark red colour. The darkness had haunted me since childhood, but this was not a haunting, just a simple revenge. The revenge that I had forgotten for so many years, in the smoke of my prideful Cigar. But now, as I waited for someone to come, the one who was coming nearer was my killer with a grimace.
Actually a murder is something else, this was his abhorrence for me that it was coming for me now, the moment I wanted to live the most was turning out to be the moment I had to die! As the stairs beneath my 50year old feet creaked, my body told me to stop it now. My mind wanted to feel a gentle touch, my ears craved to hear an assurance that I was safe. My eyes longed to se a bunch of friends... and I wanted to stop all this.
The fantasies of my mind told me that I was about to die... a tap dripped and I realised that my bathroom tap was leaking. For the first time in life, I went to my bathroom in horror without realising the danger that could be lurking in there. As I touched the handle, it felt like I was touching the death. With a single push, I defeated the air inside the bathroom guarding the interior from me. As I stepped in, my own lavish bathroom, I felt a triumph seeing that no one was in. As I looked at the washbasin tap, I noticed the cellphone in my hand from which I had dialed the 911 sometime ago. I took a step towards the washbasin, only to realise that the lizard behind me was moving.
As I stood looking at the washbasin, I tried to tighten the tap. That was the time I felt a load of happiness in my heart, as I heard the Police Sirens. I calculated that it will take them only 2-3 minutes to reach me now... but they never reached me. Not until I was alive.
As I stared down at my own body, in shroud... the police doctor stated that I had an heart attack due to some mental shock. The police commissoiner laughed saying that drugs and old age can't stay together. I wanted to get up and slap him saying that 'I did not take a single drug in my whole life!'. But I realised that it was too late for me to tell him that when I looked up in the washbasin mirror last night, my wife was staring at me through the mirror with a question in her eyes... the same question that she had in her eyes, before I killed her that night 25 years ago...