sitting here all alone, not really alone but with a bottle of vodka in one and a gun in the other hand. Blood is splattered on my face. Yes. I have tasted the blood. They say I have killed in cold blood but how it can be? The blood was not cold, neither mine nor of the faithful departed.
always, things don’t really start here, but where I don’t remember exactly.
It all started with her but did it really end with her or the end remains to be seen. I liked her, liked the way she talked, the way she smiled. Putting in straight words, for the record, I loved her and wanted to spend rest of my life, in a deserted place, with her all alone. It was love at the first sight.
did she love me? Yes, she loved me. I had seen it in her eyes. Her lips trembled whenever she talked with me. I knew that was love. When you are with someone who you deeply love adrenaline gushes up into your blood stream, heart starts beating at a greater pace and beads of perspiration drips from your forehead. I had the same signs, water rushed up into my eyes whenever I was with her. And yes my lips also trembled like her. We were in love.
ays turned into months and months into years. We kept meeting with trembling lips and unspoken words. I had got a nice job, a really nice one. I knew it was time. And one day I sent a message to the LoveLine with ours name. They replied with an 87% match. “You are almost there. Just spend more time with her”, they said. So I started looking for her and meeting “accidentally” in the departmental stores, operas, cinemas, pubs and where not. We never talked about our feelings and it really doesn’t matter. Because love was in the air, it was all around us and we both could feel it.
I saw her entering a restaurant. Suddenly I knew this was the day I was waiting for. I bought some pretty fresh red roses, not some but a bucketful. I entered the restaurant. Far a very soft music was playing, some sort of Beethoven’s symphony or something like that.
looked around with her. There she was sitting in a far corner. I approached her slowly, with roses in my hand, thinking about her reaction, thinking about mixed feeling of amazement, shock and happiness on her face. I rehearsed each and every word of my proposal and they silently reverberated inside my mind. I had reached there with roses in front of me. “Will you marry me?” and her face glittered on hearing these sweet words. She nodded silently in acceptance and water rushed up into her eyes. Her eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky.
stepped back. He embraced her with their eyes closed. They didn’t saw me arrive. She had accepted someone else’s proposal. But she loved me and I loved her. Nothing was clear to me, I felt dizzy. Far someone was hitting nail on the wall, driving deep into it. I ran out no longer caring if someone was watching me leaving or not.
had sunk below the horizon. I was sitting in the visitor’s room. I had some pretty fresh red roses, not some but a bucketful. Someone had gone to call her. She came; she came in a dazzling white dress. Water rushed up in our eyes. Our lips trembled; heart was beating at a greater pace and beads of perspiration dripped from our forehead. We were totally at loss of words. We were in love with each other. I gave her the roses and could only manage to say, “Why, you did it …
… to me”.
laid there in her dazzling white dress. Blood splattered on my face. Yes, I have tasted the blood. As they say, “To confirm, put one in the head”. I confirmed it. It was pandemonium of the hell everyone was running. I slowly walked out…
am sitting here all alone, not really alone but with a bottle of vodka in one and a gun in the other hand. Yes, things don’t really start here. I just have received a message from LoveLine with a 99% match. “You are made for each other”. Yes, we are made for each other. I love her and want to spend rest of my life, in a deserted place, with her all alone.
thing which started as a suicide note has actually turned into something else because I want to tell the whole story, the truth. Now I know, water rushed up in her eyes, her lips trembled and heart pumped blood into veins at a greater pace. It was not love, it was fear. But I say, “What’s the difference?”
The power lies in the moment. The moment you decides something, the moment you set your eyes on someone, the moment you know it’s love at the first sight, the moment you propose someone, the moment you taste the first blood, the moment you …