Random Story #10

   

Accidents                                                                   

                                                                             
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“Wake up….open your eyes, gently?” , he opened his weary eyes to be greeted by an unfamiliar face, she looked slightly worried , “where am I” he wondered , “how do you feel?” she continued to speak still quite worried, awareness hit him like a vicious slap, overwhelmed by the noise of the surroundings he felt a surge of acute pain in his head, panic-stricken he tried to sit up but his body was not ready, paralysis gripped him, it was like his entire body had frozen.

“Relax”, she said. “Just breath….inhale and exhale”, he did as instructed. ”Do you feel a little better?” “yeah” “Now try to move your body...slowly”, he lifted himself up, his body was responsive to his great relief. “what happened?”

“You were hit by a car…my car“ “What?” “yeah….you came out of nowhere, right  in front of my car, so I brought you here at the Apollo hospital, I am a doctor here. You have a few physical injuries but the good news is….” “oh no!!!!”, he looked enormously concerned.

“Whats wrong?”, she had a puzzled look on her face. ”How long have I been here?” “About  two hours” “Holy Shit!!!”, he leaped out of the bed and ran out of the room shouting “that is terrible…..that is fucking terrible!!”. Clueless about what just happened she called the nurses to help her stop the man who, as it seemed, had suddenly gone crazy.

                                                                                   

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As Sam was about to enter the lift he remembered something, he had forgotten to take his wallet, “that’s my Sam eternally absent minded”, his mother would often say.  Sam thought he had already locked the door and the lift was here standing, waiting for him to aboard, it would be a shame to let it just leave, the cramped and dimly lit interiors of the lift suddenly seemed very inviting, who needs a wallet for a little evening jog, his mind was made, he went inside the lift. Sam was not only eternally absent minded, he also possessed a very healthy amount of laziness.

There was a slight chill in the air, winter was about a month away, the breeze made jogging fun. After fifteen minutes a drained Sam decided it was time for a bit of rest. He felt a vibration in his pockets, it was his mobile getting restless. He mined it out of the pocket of his running shorts, it was an unknown number. He got all excited trying to guess who it was on the other end, it was like when he was a kid and he did not know who on the other end of the line was, he had to guess by listening to the voice

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“Hello”, Sam answered the call. The voice on the other end was completely unfamiliar, it was  cold and distant. It informed him that his wife was among the four people that had participated in a disastrous road accident, which resulted in her getting terribly injured and loosing a life threating amount of blood, she was lying in the intensive care unit of the Apollo hospital. Apparently Sam’s wife had a very rare blood type and unfortunately the hospital was out it. Fortunately though Sam had the same blood type, he informed the voice that he was on his way. The voice also mentioned that it was very sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

A plethora of emotions swept through Sam, he was not sure what he felt, he decided he needed to hurry, he must go up to his apartment get his wallet and car keys and rush to the hospital. He dashed out of the park into the main road and got hit by a car, the driver happened to be a young girl who was a resident doctor at the Apollo hospital. She took him to the hospital leaving his shattered phone abandoned on the road. Back in the ER once she was sure that he had stabilised she looked for some identification in his clothes, but he had none, Sam had left his wallet in his apartment, so all she could do was to wait for him to regain consciousness.

Random Story #9

It’s my first post after more than an year, I hope I am going to be a bit more regular henceforth. In the past one year I did achieve a major milestone, successfully completed my engineering. This also means that my college days are over…..at least for the time being. Now that my college hostel will no longer give me shelter I have relocated to Noida.

Enough about me…..following is my first story after more than an year, it's a short one I hope you enjoy it. For those who are new to my blog feel free to read my older post as well.

PAIN 

 

“Goodbye”, he uttered his last words to her, as he saw her for the last time. Her eyes were overwhelmed with tears, she looked so sad yet so beautiful.

His eyes were closed, the pain was getting too severe, still he felt her teardrop hitting against his chest, it’s warmth seemed to engulf all the pain. She pressed the knife against his chest, he felt his life oozing out of him. He tried to remain calm, there was no point running from it, the end had come and he needed to embrace it.

‘Did I deserve it’, he wondered.

“You did”, her shaky voice broke the silence of the room.

She lifted the knife stuck in his heart, thick red blood pumped out of the open wound quickly turning his white t-shirt red. Something so horrible could happen to her she had never imagined but life has a way of surprising you. They were a happy family living the perfect life, two kids, a suburban house which was only one mortgage payment away from being their own, that’s when tragedy struck.

On a murky Friday evening her kids were run over by a silver Honda city, the driver was the man she loved, the father of her children, her husband.

The same man lay in front of her today, taking his last breath , her revenge was about to be complete, there was still pain, perhaps the pain had increased, but somewhere deep inside her heart she felt a sense of peace she had not felt since that fateful Friday evening. As she saw the last drop of life being sucked out of him doubt raised its ugly head.

‘Did he deserve it’, she wondered.

“Yes I did”, she heard a voice say.

Oxymoron

Random Story #7

It’s been a while since I posted something, it’s not like I was busy or anything, I just didn’t feel like writing or reading, but as they say better late than never so here I am with a new story. Actually it is an extension an older story called “Hidden Intetions”, but don’t worry you don’t have to read it if you haven’t because this story stands well independently too. In any case if you do wish to read it here is the link. 

Random Story #2

DISASTROUS DESIRES

 

He was standing there looking at the picture, completely mesmerized by his own creation. Oh what a face he wondered looking at the portrait, and those eyes , so expressive yet so mysterious, as if telling the whole story but holding back the climax. The art gallery was filled with people, his paintings were a huge hit, most of them had already been sold, it was beyond his expectation, after all this was only his first exhibition. The painting that generated the most buzz was the very painting he was so lost in, the girl in the painting was the woman he loved, this was his special gift for her, no matter how much people were ready to pay for it, he rejected all the offers, it was because of her that this exhibition was held in the first place. She was the one who had encouraged him to pursue his passion or else he would still be doing his boring accounting job. He still couldn’t believe how he could be so lucky to have someone like her in his life, and this portrait was his way to show off to the world what he had and no matter what they did he was never going to let her go.

She was looking at the knife, watching the blood on it’s blade gave her a strange satisfaction, she knew she was not supposed to indulge herself in such a way but she could not help it, she barely escaped the last time, no matter how much she wished she was not going to kill again she had promised herself, she had a killer’s desire but she lacked a killer’s brain, she knew if she ever dared to kill again she would surely be caught, so she had to control herself for her own sake, moreover she was in a fulfilling relationship, he loved her madly and she knew he would never cheat on her like her  ex- husband. She was busy preparing a fancy meal, it was time for celebration, the exhibition was a success and both of them wanted to celebrate it alone, in a rush to finish the preparation she had cut her finger and now she was completely engrossed in it. She knew what she had to do next. She took out a cane and started hitting herself with it, this is the only way she knew to distract herself from the fantasy and get back to reality. He had often asked her about these injuries, she lied to him that her ex-husband used to physically abuse her.

It was a night of double celebration for him. She did not know it yet but a year ago on this very day he had seen her for the first time and had fallen in love with her instantly. She had come to his accounting firm because his firm did the accounts for her husband who was apparently murdered. He took it as a sign, the universe had given him a chance and he had to make the most of it, a year later they were together and his life had already changed forever. He decided he was going to ask her to marry him, no other day was better suited to do this, he had always been sure he was going to do it and now that he was successful there was no point in waiting. He stopped at the jewellery store and bought a beautiful diamond ring for her.

Something was wrong, no matter how many times she hit herself with the cane, the feeling refused to die. It had been more than an year since she had killed her husband, the desire was too strong, she felt her sane self being swallowed by it, she knew there was no point fighting it anymore. It was too late, she no longer had any control over herself. She went back to the kitchen picked up the knife and waited for him to return.

He could not wait to get back home, there was too much excitment, he drove the car as fast as he could. Ten minutes later he was there. He put the ring in his pocket, took the bottle of champagne he had bought and went toward the door.

Random Story #3

 ONE MISSED CALL

He was lying on his bed but he was not trying to sleep nor had he just woken up, he just didn’t feel like doing anything else, the ceiling fan caught his fancy while he was wondering of the human condition, wondering how some people worked so hard while others spent their day being slothful and how everything led to nowhere, all of this while trying to figure out how fast the fan above rotated. His mobile rang, it was precariously placed on the table and because it vibrated as it rang it fell, you would think he will spring into action to check the well being of his mobile but agility was nowhere to be seen. Nokia made sturdy phones he had realized the fact long ago, he had lost count of how many times his phone fell but his thoughts had been disturbed so he reluctantly left the bed picked up his phone, nothing wrong as usual, the ring was a reminder it was time to buy grocery he hated shopping for groceries but then again he hated everything that required physical labor the only thing he loved doing was wonder about stuff, he decided to go because he was literally out of everything, food was a necessity, so he walked all the way to his bathroom to wash his face made a vain attempt to fix his ruffled hairs and then began a search for his car keys, a look at his house and you would say it was pretty clean by a bachelor’s standard ofcourse but it’s not because he loved cleaning but because he was too lazy to make the place untidy.

Finally in the car he drove to the nearest store, he loved these new American style stores, just go around and pick up whatever you feel like no more need for lists or standing in front of the store owner waiting for him to answer your queries only to realize the desired product is not available. He took a quick tour of the place picked up some necessary items and a lot of attractively packaged useless crap. Payment was done by credit card it was easier this way, no need to count or worry for change all you needed to do was hand over the card and sign on a little slip moreover it was never fun to give away real money, the actual transaction was so well hidden he no longer felt the pinch the credit card had truly set him free. Back in his car he was wondering of the work that needed to be done, Sunday would eventually end today the thought killed him a little. The mobile was calling for his attention but before he could reach it, the phone fell again, he sighed in exasperation and went down to pick it up completely oblivious of the SUV abode a reckless driver coming right at him.

The blood in his eyes made his vision unclear, the shock of the collision had left his ears temporarily dysfunctional, he could see the SUV burning the driver is probably dead he thought and now the fear of his own mortality hit him, he was too young, he was not yet ready to die, there were a lot of experiences he was yet to have all the astrologers had predicted a long and healthy life for him, this couldn’t be right. The car was upside down, pain emerged in every part of his body as his deafness ended, his body was in an awkward position but the seat belt was stuck, he tried to grab that swiss knife but it was just out of his reach, he noticed his phone was still working, ‘one missed call from mother’ it said. Mother would be devastated if I died today, more pain he made another attempt to break free but his hands were absolutely powerless , he hoped and prayed for help to arrive but with every passing second hopelessness grew, he realized his ribs were broken more excruciating pain, he tried to divert his attention by thinking of something pleasant but failed, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his eyes open, maybe this was it he thought, no point shouting or crying, he closed his eyes and thought of all the things he had done, all the things he could have done but mostly he thought of things he had avoided doing. As he was about to begin his journey in to oblivion he felt a couple of hands grabbing him.