The man stood on the edge of the terrace.
The moon had spread its milky splendour across the night sky. The night was strangely silent for a city of its proportion. But it added to the serenity of the moment.
The man was contemplating. This was his last night. But something kept him from doing his final act. Probably it was the beauty of the night. There was something so beautiful about it and he couldn't understand why. He couldn't take his eyes off the moon. He realized that he hadn't looked at the moon for a long time. Peace flowed through his veins.
Moments back he had been a volcano erupting with anger, frustration, sorrow and pain. He had no one. Rather he had distanced himself from everyone who loved him. It wasn't his fault. It was small things that tore his life apart. He didn't notice these small things. He thought he was in control. And by the time he realized he wasn't, it was too late. And there he was. A failure in life.
At first, he tried to live with it. But he couldn't. He kept thinking about his lovely wife and his beautiful daughter. The memories haunted him like a plague and he would drink into the wee hours of the night. Often his neighbors heard him crying in pain. But they didn't bother to help him. They were afraid of him. They weren't always afraid of him. But he had become this monster ever since his wife had left him. A monster who cried and screamed and shouted at night. In the beginning, his friends tried to help. And then, even they stopped trying.
Tonight he had drunk more than usual. He didn't remember when he passed out. But when he woke up it was dark and silent. For some strange reason, he didn't feel like drinking again. He climbed the stairs to the terrace of his ten storeyed building. He was devoid of all emotions while he climbed the stairs.
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He had been standing there for quite some time now. He felt that time had stopped. In that moment of timelessness, he didn't think about the joys of his past, the sorrows of his present and the uncertainties of his future. In that moment, all he felt was eternity. He wondered if he was alone in the universe. He wondered if God was standing next to him. His heart felt full.
He looked down one final time. He wondered if everything would go back to normal, when he hit the ground. And then, all that he had suppressed until that moment, came back to him. He saw his beautiful daughter, his wife, the wonderful life they had, his friends, his successes, his failures, his parents, his childhood.......
Time stopped.
The man jumped from the top of the ten storeyed building.
The moon and the night sky stood witness to his final moments.
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For a moment there was absolute silence.
And then he felt an angelic voice whispering into his ears. And as moments passed it grew louder and clearer.
"Daddy Daddy.. wake up. Mommy, Daddy is crying!"
The man woke up into a new day with new life.
PS: This story is dedicated to all my dear ones for making me feel loved; for inspiring me to start anew everyday.
The moon had spread its milky splendour across the night sky. The night was strangely silent for a city of its proportion. But it added to the serenity of the moment.
The man was contemplating. This was his last night. But something kept him from doing his final act. Probably it was the beauty of the night. There was something so beautiful about it and he couldn't understand why. He couldn't take his eyes off the moon. He realized that he hadn't looked at the moon for a long time. Peace flowed through his veins.
Moments back he had been a volcano erupting with anger, frustration, sorrow and pain. He had no one. Rather he had distanced himself from everyone who loved him. It wasn't his fault. It was small things that tore his life apart. He didn't notice these small things. He thought he was in control. And by the time he realized he wasn't, it was too late. And there he was. A failure in life.
At first, he tried to live with it. But he couldn't. He kept thinking about his lovely wife and his beautiful daughter. The memories haunted him like a plague and he would drink into the wee hours of the night. Often his neighbors heard him crying in pain. But they didn't bother to help him. They were afraid of him. They weren't always afraid of him. But he had become this monster ever since his wife had left him. A monster who cried and screamed and shouted at night. In the beginning, his friends tried to help. And then, even they stopped trying.
Tonight he had drunk more than usual. He didn't remember when he passed out. But when he woke up it was dark and silent. For some strange reason, he didn't feel like drinking again. He climbed the stairs to the terrace of his ten storeyed building. He was devoid of all emotions while he climbed the stairs.
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He had been standing there for quite some time now. He felt that time had stopped. In that moment of timelessness, he didn't think about the joys of his past, the sorrows of his present and the uncertainties of his future. In that moment, all he felt was eternity. He wondered if he was alone in the universe. He wondered if God was standing next to him. His heart felt full.
He looked down one final time. He wondered if everything would go back to normal, when he hit the ground. And then, all that he had suppressed until that moment, came back to him. He saw his beautiful daughter, his wife, the wonderful life they had, his friends, his successes, his failures, his parents, his childhood.......
Time stopped.
The man jumped from the top of the ten storeyed building.
The moon and the night sky stood witness to his final moments.
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For a moment there was absolute silence.
And then he felt an angelic voice whispering into his ears. And as moments passed it grew louder and clearer.
"Daddy Daddy.. wake up. Mommy, Daddy is crying!"
The man woke up into a new day with new life.
PS: This story is dedicated to all my dear ones for making me feel loved; for inspiring me to start anew everyday.
5 comments:
Read it early in the morning just after waking up :) i felt we can derive a lot of things from it:) But what is in the writer's mind?
@Anon - Thanks for reading and the comment :)
Basically, I wanted to tell one thing - every day is a new day and regardless of what has happened in the past, we can move on if we want to. Each day is a second chance to begin anew.
Besides this, there were some factors which inspired the story. Some of us often have dreams of our future. It is a future which is an extension of our present life and the people in it. For example if I am writing an exam, I may have a dream where I see my life in which I have failed the exams. In that dream the whole world seems to be ridiculing you, for mistakes that you shouldn't have committed. And then in the dream itself you wish, "Only if I had studied well.. "And then you wake up.
Such dreams are usually very strong. I have had dreams which has made me cry. Sometimes I wonder if the reality actually moved forward. It's a very silly thought and yet I can't get over it :)
What if our life was the dream and waking up from the dream was a second chance :) Basically that's what I had in mind while writing this.
Not sure, if I could convey all this well enough. Thanks for asking :)
An excellent post and the emotions are brilliantly captured indeed!If I have to be a bit critical, the ending was a bit abrubt for me as I wasn't clear on what was the message(Though its now clear from your above comment)
having said that, read through most of the posts in the first page and really liked it. You have one more reader in me . keep blogging:)
@Rohit - Thanks for the encouragement bro :)
Sorry for this late reply. Was busy with a lot other things. Was very happy to know you liked it.
Thanks.
Loved this one.
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