“I’m going to my bed.”, cried an innocent figure and he stepped in a dark room. He didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. He went straight to the balcony and started gazing at the moon so asto share his secret with the moon. Even the moon seemed to listen to him with utmost interest. It was his daily routine.All day he would wander here and there, all alone,and at night he would come here to have a chit chat with the moon. He had no friends. He never talked to anyone. He seemed to live in his own world, And..he came back to his room, sat on the study. He lit the table lamp and opened a diary.He started,
Another night in this fractious heat..with the lights turned off..and I’ve put my pen on the paper.Jotting down the tale won’t heal the wounds but it would surely lessen the pain..the grief.I love this darkness..this silence.At least, it doesn’t mock me..doesn’t scare me..and…it doesn’t leave me.They say,”Stay away from him, he is a spoilt blood.” “Just ask him how many fathers does he have?” God damn it!Why are these people so obsessed with my blood, my father and me?Some random guy today said,”I’ll fuck your mom” and…I didn’t feel bad.because..Everyone does.I see her crying herself to sleep…sometimes when she’s at home…but they don’t. I see the painful scars on her neck…they don’t.I see her heart…they don’t.They just see the desperate demons and her unwilling sacrifice…Going to sleep..hope not to wake up tomorrow.Good night!!”
The next morning Ravi heard his mother talking over the phone,”Not at home sir, please.I beg of you, please.”
He went to the dining table and his mother came.”Dare you come out of your room today!””Are they coming again?””Do I have to give you explanations for every next thing I do?Do as I command, you get it?” and she forced him to his room.Ravi sobbed but not a tearfell from his eyes.After few minutes he heard a man groaning,”I asked you come last night, didn’t I?””I’m sorry sir,but..””You bloody whore…”, he shrieked and banged a glass on the floor.Then came the mourns and screams of Ravi’s mother.Now, he couldn’t resist himself.He went outside and fell to the devil’s feet”Please don’t do it, sir”.The brutal beast kicked him off and took out a gun from his pocket.He aimed the gun at Ravi..but..Ravi didn’t care.Death didn’t scare him…life did.He caught the hold of glass lying beside him and threw it to the man.To his misfortune, he missed it. Agony overdid the drunkard and the gun roared on his behalf. She was there…yeah..on the floor lying cold and lifeless.The bullet tore her apart to have a lodgingin her heart.Ravi felt a surge of adrenaline.But he didn’t cry…She tried to give him a life..she ended up killing himShe tried to die…she ended up living in Ravi’s heart….forever…
“Dear Diary,Neither the tears,nor the fears;Neither the worries,nor memories;are left…as she is the one who left…It’s me who killed her;and it’s she who killed me..I hate her for saving me;I hate her for leaving me;I hate her for the love she gave;I hate her,for she has left me to crave;I hate her for not coming back;I hate her for everything we had;I just hate her…for she is no more…..”…..and he burst into tears.
B.N.: Hello my lovely readers.
Here, I present my first story.
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