I am trying to write the true account of this story which happened in my life and which I consider is one of the very few tragic incidents of my life, which leaves me in desperation even today after eight years being elapsed since it happened. The names of the characters,however, are altered with the view that the real characters' names might hurt the people involved.
The date was 2061-01-08 (Equivalent English Date: April 20,2004). Telephone of my house rang so early, maybe it was 5.00 AM or thereabout and as soon as I received the call I was shattered by the news. It was Dhiraj, breaking that news and it left me in a horrendous situation. I just couldn’t believe that the friend, who was with us the day before and enjoying, cracking jokes, laughing, could face such an unprecedented fate. Our feet somehow took us to his house and the environment was so tense. Everyone was crying: his mom, dad, brother, and the one who seemed to have deceived by the destiny was Smritika. She seemed to have been overwhelmed with grief by the loss she had to suffer.
I could understand that she had by then started denying God. If there was a God, would he do this to him who had never harmed anyone? What kind of God lets innocent people die?
Though we know that that would break us apart, we went to see his body which was still in his room. Susan lay on his bed, his body eternally still. He looked as though he was peacefully asleep, his handsome young face filled with secret, far off dreams. We had seen that expression a thousand times. The vigor, the zeal and the tremendous energy he would show while cracking into jokes, seemed faded by then.
He seemed as if he was not dead and he would wake up from his sleep anytime and he would be amazed to see us all by his bed.Now that the cold was deep inside Susan’s body. He would never talk to us and we would never see him again. Those bright eyes, filled with dreams abound, would never open again and look at us and we would never burst into laughter, hearing him cracking into jokes, or hear his voice, or feel his comic appearance around.
I took deep shuddering breaths and I dragged my feet outside the room and the environment outside was unchanged; more people had joined the mourning by then. I saw a person, who perhaps was one of his uncles, talking about this mundane life and consoling people in grief and he sounded as if telling some verses from ”The Bhagwat Geeta”, the holy book of the Hindus.
Finally, out of sheer exhaustion, Smritika’s crying slowed and she kept numb. She seemed senseless; however, there was a murderous rage in her eyes and by then so was in my eyes; that why it was him, that why did that happen to him and the other times I would try to convince myself that this piece of chill, lifeless flesh was not my friend, that Susan was away somewhere, warm and happy, but I was unable to make myself believe it.It was Susan on this bed. My body began to shake. It was as though the cold inside Susan had gotten inside me chilling me to the marrow.
Though we know that that would break us apart, we went to see his body which was still in his room. Susan lay on his bed, his body eternally still. He looked as though he was peacefully asleep, his handsome young face filled with secret, far off dreams. We had seen that expression a thousand times. The vigor, the zeal and the tremendous energy he would show while cracking into jokes, seemed faded by then.
He seemed as if he was not dead and he would wake up from his sleep anytime and he would be amazed to see us all by his bed.Now that the cold was deep inside Susan’s body. He would never talk to us and we would never see him again. Those bright eyes, filled with dreams abound, would never open again and look at us and we would never burst into laughter, hearing him cracking into jokes, or hear his voice, or feel his comic appearance around.
I took deep shuddering breaths and I dragged my feet outside the room and the environment outside was unchanged; more people had joined the mourning by then. I saw a person, who perhaps was one of his uncles, talking about this mundane life and consoling people in grief and he sounded as if telling some verses from ”The Bhagwat Geeta”, the holy book of the Hindus.
Finally, out of sheer exhaustion, Smritika’s crying slowed and she kept numb. She seemed senseless; however, there was a murderous rage in her eyes and by then so was in my eyes; that why it was him, that why did that happen to him and the other times I would try to convince myself that this piece of chill, lifeless flesh was not my friend, that Susan was away somewhere, warm and happy, but I was unable to make myself believe it.It was Susan on this bed. My body began to shake. It was as though the cold inside Susan had gotten inside me chilling me to the marrow.
(To be continued....)
hmm...Interesting! U surely can write. The tale might grab the readers attention till the end but When u continue..pls do mention what happened & how did it happen in captivating way.
ReplyDeleteThanks tht u found it interesting :) Thanks for the appreciation. But I don't think it will take the form of a story as it might have been taking the form of sheer feelings. Lets see if i can really captivate.
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