I was walking on the pavement. It was a dark lonely night.
My right hand shrunk under the pocket of my leather jacket, my eyes starred on
my feet, and the hood covering my hair. I was thinking hard on what went wrong
with me and Teena that it all fell apart the worse it could have. I used to use
and throw girls, but I loved a single girl with my heart and it turned out to
be the most painful journey of my life. I was lost in my thoughts and was not
aware of the world outside. I felt somebody’s hand holding my hand. I thought
that would be my imagination. So I tightened the hold, and I had Goosebumps the
same moment because it was a real hand. I looked on my left and there was
nobody and then I saw at my hand and I suddenly fell backwards gazing at a hand
without a body hanging in the air.
My alarm sounded at the right moment. I woke up giving a
smug to myself. That was a wild dream!
But a very strong one. A dream never felt so real before. Negotiating
all these thoughts, I set myself up for the work. I reached the door to leave
and suddenly a strong wind blew the door close and threw me away hitting the
wall. All went black the exact moment.
The next thing I remember is that I was lying in the room.
The weird thing is that, it was locked since a year my wife hanged herself from
the same fan. I remember that day when I came from office, I called Teena again
and again outside the door but there was nobody to answer me. I reached her
room looking for her and I fell on my knees seeing her dead body hanging on
that same fan.
Lying on that bed was like experiencing that day once again.
The date was the same as that day. I started getting freaked in that bed. I
rushed towards the door, it was locked. I banged the door as hard as I could,
it didn’t open. I shouted for help as loud as I could but no one could hear me.
Then I heard a heavy voice exclaiming, “REVENGE!!!” . The word echoed all over the room and my
mind. I went on that bed again, hugging myself as tightly as I could and
yelled, “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”.
The voice had her own way to answer me. The voice took me to
the flashback to the day when I was making love to an American chick after 2
years of my marriage with Teena. I and Teena had a love marriage without the
permission of our families and hence both of us were not in contact with any of
the members of our family. I could see myself doing all the crazy things with
that chick. My eyes suddenly stuck to the door where Teena peeked through the
door and the tears started rolling down her cheeks. I didn’t know how she got
there. I didn’t know that she even saw me doing all that. I followed her to my
house. She was crying and yelling to herself blaming everything on her. I was
just standing there scrutinizing her. She went upstairs to the guest room, tied
the rope on the fan and I could not do anything. I shouted her name and tried
to explain her everything but I was in the past and she could not hear me. She
hanged herself in front of me and suffered through hell before dying.
I came to the present again. I was crying as hard as I
could. That voice was of Teena. I betrayed her and she died because of me. I
yelled to her, “KILL ME. I DESERVE IT.”.
And there was no response. She
was gone. She had her revenge. A human can live in any condition he wants but if
he doesn’t want to live with himself, he just breaks down into pieces. And that
was the condition of me.
I decided to live and suffer my sins. Teena used to love
kids. So I spent all my money in building the orphanage and gave my life to
those orphans.
