Random Tales

The Final Moment

There are times when I feel that death is a difficult choice and not the easy option everyone talks about. It’s true that once you die, there is no burden left. However, the moment between your death when you have taken the plunge, both metaphorically or actually, stretches long and you get to see all the realities that are possible. Your mind gives you solutions to the problems you had been struggling for years and shows you the paths it had buried deep inside. Perhaps, it shows this as a last-ditch effort to save itself, not knowing that it’s too late. In that blissful and terrible moment, you see all the people who would miss you, all the people who would be affected by your life, a life you considered fruitless, futile, and frivolous. This is the moment that makes death hard.

Yes, it’s easy to die but death doesn’t come easy to anyone, least of all to people who actively seek it. You can’t escape the pain allotted to you and if you try to cheat, if you try to reduce the pain over the years, it will all come concentrated in that single moment. The good thing is that it’s a single moment, right?

Maybe. But knowing that things could have been better, if only we had thought harder, fought harder, even ran away and then come back stronger, is perhaps the greatest regret of all time. The pain might end after that one second, but experiencing all that pain isn’t a choice, it’s life.

Now, please take a step back so that I can experience that single moment.

Said the man in glasses to the audience before jumping off the roof.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.

Random Tales

kpwrites #5

Tosef welped and jumped two feet high. His old nemesis had turned the whole floor unstandable. Tosef knew it was just the beginning and his old dread was back. He looked at Josef and pleaded for help but Josef’s eyes were filled with a mania that Tosef revolted from. Josef was possessed and Tosef’s plea was falling on deaf ears. He put Tosef in a box and started to fill the box with the liquid.

The thick liquid that had covered the floor slowly started to touch Tosef’s feet. It was warm like an acid and Tosef knew soon he would start to melt. Josef pushed Tosef further into the floor of the box. Tosef closed his eyes and finally accepted his fate and let out a lament in low tone – his final wail.

Fifteen minutes later Tosef was covered in linen and Josef was rubbing him vigorously. He couldn’t believe he survived the acid. Maybe Josef heard the wail and came to his senses. Tosef got excited and got himself free of the linen and ran around the house.

“Damn Tosef, stop running around. I just gave you a bath,” cried Josef holding a wet towel in his hand.

Random Tales

kpwrites #4

I don’t understand why you want to kill him. Isn’t it easier to just let him live and experience the joy of his torture?

Yes. But I don’t want to torture him. I just want him to stop existing.

Why?

Let’s just say that as long as he’s alive, I won’t be able to move on. For me to get a normal life, it’s important that he stops living. I know it is convoluted, perverted and perhaps, evil but I have to do it. I have to get rid of him.

Okay.

Just like that, okay?

Yes. I won’t argue with you if you have decided. How can I help you?

Hold his head a little higher so that I can slice his neck better.

Here you go!