One Life | Prelude

Some more steps to go and I will be in my room.

But it’s rising fast now, faster than it was 1 hour before. I had never felt this way before.

Will I fall down? May be; and yes; there I go...My head after taking a full swing of the sky above me and my body following the trajectory, goes down. Bang !

My head hits the cemented floor with a dull thud.

But where is the blood? And the pain? 

And then I realized it was a reverie. A trance. I am still on my legs. 

Now I could see my door, hardly some 10 steps away. I started to move. I was walking or crawling, I don’t know. They knew it better. Those who were calling me, I suppose were calling me only.

I heard their voices; some I did recognize but who they were, I could not remember now. It felt as if their voices were travelling miles to reach me.

I stopped and turned back in a whiz. I saw them but was hardly able to make out who they were. Only some shadows waving at me. Maybe they were asking something about my present state. I was disinterested and turned back, this time towards the door, I thought. But what is this?

A big wall stood in front of me. I was aiming for my door. So how this wall came in the way?

I was hardly able to make out what was going on. And by then a lot had started to buzz inside my head. It felt as if it will explode and explode soon. The rum and then the vodka, a couple quarter of both, this time had got on my nerves.

I don’t remember exactly how I got inside my room. Yes I do remember that I was searching for the keys of the door.

You came to me when I was there. Dangling and sagging in front of my room. Tired and drunk. Waiting for you; waiting to die; wanting to die. You came and you told me something. But I don’t remember that too.

But yes. I remember you looked beautiful; the way you always do.

I hope I had the desire left for the time we waited. Hours now seem to droop and that ray gets bleaker. Now when will this dream end?

Get me something to drink, or a place to hide, or the person to meet...

I woke when it was dark and found I got this mark on my face, a prominent one. Now how do I hide this? Or as they say, how should I play with this?

It even got darker; and then bigger; I kept gazing them talking aloud, I heard them laugh that I was the one who was ought to be victimized.

I stayed silent in pain. I was crying in vain. Dogs kept howling and that night had no end.

You never returned, may be because you had never gone, may be because you are still hiding and some day I shall find you; and you will smile and say it is over now, and then I will get you those drops of dew and those frozen dreams.

I kept walking alone up and down those streets. And I ate something. And then I ran.
I had seen those lights before but now they look so indifferent. Tell me how will I mend this? How will I live this?