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...