Monday, August 22, 2011


He sat there alone, in the corner of a dark room. The weather outside with dark night and heavy rain created a perfect milieu. “Do I have any reason to live without her?” He asked. But the mind refused to give the answer, knowing the rhetorical question. He was a strong person having ability to overcome the emotions. But again, he WAS. Today was different. His heart wanted to scream and this time he allowed the tears to flow. He remembered his old days. He was a man of honor and principles. There were no addictions, love life, whatsoever.  Over the years, things changed. And before he could recognize what is going wrong, he found himself trapped in the cruel hands of Love and now, suddenly released.

How can she do this to me? How can she end 4 years of a relationship within a minute? There were no answers. Just the questions. He was crying like a kid who might have lost its loveliest thing. Giving it a thought for few more minutes, he finally picked up a knife from the kitchen. The tool looked dangerous in his hand. He stared at it for a long time. Then slowly, he started cutting his vein. He felt no pain. At least not physically.  The darkness in the room overshadowed the red colored liquid oozing from his hand. Knowing that there is no pain, he stabbed the knife deep in his another hand and then in stomach. Memories from the childhood flashed in front of him. Loving parents, his achievements, the days when he was single and happy.  For a second, he decided not to die. “But it is too late now”, he whispered, feeling the weakness.

She was not sure how it would affect him. She din even have an idea that the funny plan of trapping someone on an April fool’s day could lead to his death. She gave no explanations,  just said “I don’t want to meet you ever, we are breaking up. It’s over”  and left. She was desperately waiting for 12 O’clock, to reveal the truth, not knowing that it will never be revealed.

“Should I call him? He is too sensitive and might take all this fun thing in a wrong way”, she thought.
“Oh come on, let us see his face when you tell him that you made him a fool, just wait for another half an hour”, one of the friends gave a “valuable” suggestion.
She hesitated. She had kept her phone off since morning to make him think that she is serious about what she had said. “What harm can half an hour do?” she said, oblivious that the harm is already done.

He could feel the drop of pulse rates. He was not sure how much time had passed . Drenched in the blood, he was now certain about his death. It was just a matter of time. “May be 5-10 minutes more”, he thought. He was worried about his parents. 

“How would they react after knowing their only son died?”. “Who would take care of them?”  “Is she of more importance to me then my parents?” . “Do I deserve to die for others harsh decisions?” A number of thoughts flooded his mind. But he was too weak even to respond to the thoughts. The phone on the table started ringing. He just smiled. “No calls on this number from tomorrow”, he said, slowly closing the eyes.

The unread message said, “ Hey, I am so sorry. We had a bet to trap you on April fool’s day. How can I ever leave you alone? The day you die, I will die honey. Please pick up the call, I love you.”


  1. Oh God, of all the things 'April Fool'. I mean like, seriously?

  2. Hmm..Bored of same concepts, so something different :P

  3. Tum bhi kya yaad rakhoge :P

    You're awarded :)