A darkest Hour

…He sat there- his eyes gazing at the two light bulbs gleaming upon him like a beacon burning bright on Everest plying hope to the world around it. Yet, to his astonishment, it was still as gloomy for him as it could be for anyone dwelling in this place that we so proudly call mother earth. It was still dour for him- a darkest hour indeed…


…Six days and three hours had passed since she had last seen her daughter. She hadn’t heard from her since then. Though she could not, in any case, think that she had passed away, yet the fears of the worst were coming screaming towards her. She wanted to hold them off- she wanted to tell herself that her daughter was alive- she wanted to be optimistic- but one sometimes doesn’t get what one wants…


…Life, she thought, had been savage to her- and harsh to everyone else around her. She was demoralized, dismayed and dejected- she was profoundly lost in her intellections- she was ill-omened, ill-starred and ill-fated; finally she realized that. But then would it be just to everyone around her- wouldn’t it be vicious of her to do such a thing. Something told her it wouldn’t be- something told her everything did not have a purpose- something told her challenges were never meant to be met. What was that something? She thought. Instinct, impulse, intuition… What…


…His hands were sublimely placed on the gun. He wanted to think twice about what he was going to do- he wished he had some other way- but then- what the heck- He was going through with it no matter what his mind and heart told him now. Screams, squalls, wauls, shrieks were all running towards him like a frantic psycho on a killing spree. He blocked his mind off- turned safety switch off- placed his gun- BANG…


... Ringing telephone bell jostled her back to reality…


…A muffled sound was all that she could manage, while all the thoughts of being ill-omened and ill-fated were still running through her mind.…


…Phone receiver lay right next to the sixty nine years old lady who couldn’t bear the news of her daughter’s death…


…Another shot- One more dead body- This time, however, no phone was ringing anywhere around the world.