I have always been preoccupied with a thought, which is quite insignificant according to my wife, always pointed out that in my odd spare moments, I suspect too much. But, ‘Is it a crime?’
With my thoughts of suspicion on the ladders of promotion, I have been biting the pencil for quite some time and looking at the company letterhead to write something about a query required to be solved for the client but to me it is inconsequential. But this particular query of issues needs to be raised up-to the ladders of hierarchy.
The wanderer, who calls himself the messenger, who thinks his credibility will not be dominating enough. So every task must be passed through him, even if you want drink a cup of coffee. Otherwise, he will get some kind of panic attack if any employee moves from one place to another.
I hear a bell ring and comes the announcement. That insignificant mechanical voice from the speaker surrounds the entire floor, “Everyone must leave the building by 6:30. I repeat… ”
Well, today was quite productive, I do not know what I have been doing through the entire day rather than staring at the typewriter quite a long time and a few share of cup of coffees and laughs between my other colleagues. I took my coat, but the wanderer suddenly popped out of nowhere and shares his fair share of opinion about me and starts to speak with a filthy smell of smoke.
He pinpoints his daily opinion on me, “You are always the slow brainer here. Boy, I am not here to correct your simple silly mistakes on the letters. Why don’t you just improve…rather I would say go and see a shrink… or rather a counsellor…? ”
Fortunately for him, because of the unnecessary blabber mouth utter nonsense verse, I will be missing my bus and my other colleagues have already boarded and on their way home.
Every single day after the bell rings, he does the same thing, and wastes my time and I will be reaching home late. For him, he has palatial home near to the office and so it does not matter to him. Anyways, I ignored half of his words and on my way to the lift. I put my hand inside my overcoat and worn it quickly. It’s rather cold outside because of the rain in the afternoon.
I pressed the up button of the lift and this particular mechanism is having its fair share of time and it slowly reaches my floor and I pull the collapsible gate to open the door. As I enter the box, I switch on the blower and close the gate and pressed the down button.
The lift is having a moment of breathe to start slowly and reach the ground floor. The security is busy with his transistor and he says, “Goodnight, Sir.”
Well, I forgot to reply him back, as I saw there is one particular bus is ready to start opposite to office building, I took a small breath and started to run towards it. Darn Luck. I missed it.
And I have no other alternative left just to walk for another thirty minutes to reach to my home. Some creep has stolen my bicycle two days ago. Maybe the office wonder boy has stolen it which I want to believe and so I can curse him unnecessarily every moment I want.
I have been noticing one particular minuscule creature has been following me since the morning. Hardly visible with your naked eye, and yet with little bit of patience you can notice it without fail and it has been making a strange humming sound. Maybe, a message about some upcoming fortune in my life. Maybe good, bad, or something in the middle?
I never had the faintest idea, why I always take some unnecessary signs as a part of predicament of peculiar intuitions as the nature of forthcoming incidents. The moon luminously introduces the street werewolves in the corner to prowl over the passer-by with their green and dark eyes and the shining claws trying to prowl over someone from hour to hour, they ripe and ripe, later from hour to hour, rot and rot and thereby hangs a tale by their very own exploits.
At the moment, I have reached the square in one of the most crowded place of the city. So many dwellers with their family, friends, lovers, beggars, flag hoisters, officers, and gimmick of the desirable world.
Now, I took a turn and finally reach my home, as I put the lock inside the keyhole, the uncomfortable smell in the room makes me feel suffocated as I open up the windows quickly, let there be fresh air.
The minuscular creature is still following me behind. I put my hat on the hook and suddenly it makes an aggressive movement towards my right eye and flies away. I could not move away to miss her attack. My eyes feel the numbness. I try to put some water on my eyes from the wash basin and rub my right eye with the towel. I look into my mirror. That same old appearance of mine. Mild mannered, unshaved for weeks, dirty, and darkened eyes.
I took a quick bath in fresh cold water and put on my night robe, switch on the oven to warm up my supper, put on some music, and made myself comfortable on the armchair, after that I look at the portrait of my wife. She is beautiful. She will always be beautiful but left me from this world as she has lost her spirit to live and made me spiritless. I filled up my drink and said, ‘Cheers’, to her portrait.
I put my warm food on the table near the portrait and finish my poison for the night. I close my eyes to have a five minute nap, in my armchair, but suddenly jumped into a dream where I am walking into a valley of flowers as I smell the essence one by one and very soon all of them starts to bleed some kind of thick reddish water and the entire ground gets filled up with so much of blood that I drown myself.
With a fear, I woke up and realized it was morning. I looked at my food smelling with some fly circling around. I threw it away, got myself ready for the day. Made myself porridge and wore my same office clown dress to begin my fine day. Little what I know, that malicious insect returns to circling around me again. I wanted to kill him. Him, I feel, it has some aggression.
Frantically, it followed me till the office. Then out of nowhere it vanishes when I made my entrance into the corporate building. I am not able to make my mind set into my work. The wonder boy swiftly comes towards me, he seemed to look unattractively in a very obtrusive manner.
My hearing seems muffled. I am not trying hard enough to hear his pathetic commands. With darn luck he threw the letter into the dustbin can and I retype the query solutions again. It’s hard to imagine his tasteless behavior and his unsympathetic attitude towards a widower. He winks at someone behind my back in his wicked maybe. Maybe his feet ‘liquor’.
A humming sound and I saw the spiteful small creature circling around me out of nowhere with a dark sarcasm and now it bites me on my face. I defend myself and moves away. I slapped unknowingly on my face which created quite an echoing effect as everyone looks at me out of despair and then they revert back to their original position.
Then to my embarrassment, I sit, the man and woman who are surrounding me, laughs and makes a quirky smile. I wonder, then I saw the creature in its dusty ways above the woman. I threw my paperweight over her while she is laughing. The insect moves away but the paperweight hits her head and she collapses.
A sudden uproar. Every living breathing person turns their heads towards the situation and jumps onto a confusion due to the chain of incidents. They circle around the woman and kneels down to check her pulse with undue advantage, and commenting on the situation. The wonder boy points out to me, “YOU. YOU. THE CULPRIT. THE MADMAN IS HERE.”
“BEAT THE MADMAN. KILL THE MADMAN.” Everyone in the floor turns against me in a mechanical manner. The head clerk threw me a box which opened up instantly and I saw the insect multiplied to my horror. It is not only humming but roaring with the other human voices.
I try to escape. I took a flight to run towards my escape route from this madness but then it suddenly transforms into a shape of a glass. I see a reflection of mine running against the mirror and it cracks from side to side to let me succumb into an undiscovered country from which no traveler has returned and puzzled the will of the lonesome. Yet, I crack into the stairs that continuously has no end in the infinite loop, step after step, there lies the oblivion of dark mind. I am trembling by the fate of punishment. The floor moves in an organic state as if some unnatural has put some undying spirit from one tile to another with hundred mirrors on both sides.
An Apparition drops like a radiant water turns into a frost drops like the shape of an insect. It does not try to drive towards me. Yet, it recollects through a fade of liquefaction with hundred drops of water in the air stunningly stays still to make a formation of a beautiful lady whom I loved, respected and mutilated her through the power of my love. Her reflection repeats on each of the mirror surrounding. My movement failed. My eyes flickers out of horror after seeing my wife’s apparition of truth, justice and honour. My impotence towards life made me make her suffer, to feel the hatred as I killed her out of an affair with a dagger into her heart and her soul.
I cannot ask for forgiveness. She laughs at me in this oblivion. She closes her radiant blue eyes. She holds a chain and positions it towards the floor with her hand. She pulls the chain towards my face. The golden chain with the insect pendant. The creature. I remember. I remember, now what the insect was. Her care for the gold chain, the pendant was her strength. She kissed and prayed the pendant every time before sleep. I remember, the first blood splashed into the pendant which killed my love. The pendent preserved her spirit and kept her life before my punishment.
The situation is making me to suffer and haunting me to death. The love that dishonoured me. I, the serpent of death for her innocence. I am the guilty, yet I do not forget the sound of the mountain when we consummated our love together and buried her into the same fountain of love without any remorse for the time.
And in my last moment, I hit the ground from the fifth storey building. Blood gushes out from my body, I meet my destiny. I took my last breathe and write my own eulogy in heaven, where I see my wife standing and playing the flute among the white clouds and she is wearing a white robe. She smiles. As her smile turns in to a maniac laugh and slowly transforms herself into a monstrous insect with a scream which is inhuman, a howling shriek with a half triumphness and horror over me. I kept running through the stairs of hell till I drop into the fireball and consumed by it, forever. FOREVER.