
I tried, I couldn’t sleep. I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I walked out into the terrace, the still night air wrapping me up like a shroud….. If death was bliss I would welcome it. No nemphetamine can rouse my spirits, no soothing voice nor a touch of warm hands, not a hug or a smile can make any difference……. I feel myself sinking into a deep abyss from where there is no return. The agony eats into me tearing my soul apart into pieces each moment, I am left bathed in blood, heaving, gasping, extending a solitary hand towards the heaven………
“God can you hear me?”
“Yes I am speaking to you god, can you hear me? Can you see me? Everybody says you make our destiny, so is this what you had in store for me?”
“God damn answer me, don’t remain quiet…. ANSWER….”
But He didn’t. In vain did I shout making my throat sore and throb; fruitlessly did I expect Him to nurse that wound of His child which she hides so well. He didn’t care. I guess He is a busy man…….. Nobody told me how long it takes for my voice to reach there……. But I sat there…. Staring at the star studded sky and waiting… waiting….. waiting……..