Lost in the dark

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How often do we think of what lays ahead in our life? maybe everyday. But what is the possibility of what we think always happen? We are not certain of that. You never know what life throws at you and leave you at the mercy of helplessness.

He never realized walking down this aisle could be the toughest job he has done in his life; dragging his feet to reach the stop. His body was numb but senses highly active holding him back warning him with every ascending step but he had to go on it was time. He could feel cool breeze sending shivers down his spine with goose bumps rising on his arms; the darkness dawning upon him shrieking with agony and terrified with horror.

He stood there for hours by the window staring at the spinning scenario trying to comprehend the frenzy of people grouped around him.  He tried to find his voice ; however it was a wasted effort, he could feel a lump in his throat which grew thick with every passing minute. Although, he could hear voices at the back talking and demanding it was missing the only voice in the world he wanted to hear. The beep of the wild monitor broke his reverie of thoughts and brought him back to impending doom. It was then he saw her face; blood drawn and pale, her fragile fingers clinging to her chest. At this moment he was a prisoner to her once sparkling face questioning him if she was the same woman he has known all his life and loathed for her very presence.

Her uneven heart thumping made him wonder what his life has become to what son he was. In that instant he could see all his mistakes neatly piled up in stacks shrilling for forgiveness but now he was too late for that.

He remembered the sobs of her mother, her broken heart crying for him but he was too cruel to pay any respect for her emotions. Now was not the time to regret his choice for indulgence into being a gang member with devotion of blood. There was no way out it was what he is it’s his identity no matter how deep he hides it will follow him. At that age he was fascinated by the attitude they portrayed but never had it ever occurred to him before to what sacrifices it required. He left his house and never looked back, the writhing pain of her mother her pleas and wounded heart.

Her mother was well aware of the choices his son has made and the consequences he will bear but she lost no hope and prayed every day for his return. Even miles apart she was waiting in the wings to welcome him with open arms. Time flew and it was his twenty-fifth birthday and like every other year he made him a cake and was on her way to celebrate his day with the nearby residing children of the orphanage.

It was then she saw smoke piling in the sky, flames going wild with ear piercing noises in the background. She coughed with heavy lungs and turned to tie her dupatta around her nose but something caught her attention; the sight of his son, panting with fury and fright in his eyes. Her glare then shifted to the person opposite to him with gun his hands pointed towards him. Now she understood the reason of his son’s dreaded stance but the only thing she could think of was to run towards his son and hold him in her arms to prevent him from the danger that stood unmoving. She ran with the force of a mother and stood in front of him. Three things happened at once; fire of gunshot, streaming of blood and lying body. The picture was still confusing because it was not him for who it was all meant but it was his mother on the road resting in the pool of blood hugging death for him to live with a chance to repent his doings.

A voice calling his name from behind brought him back to present and the news the messenger delivered murdered his last breath of hope. His world had collapsed and there was nothing he could do to prevent the damages. Halted heart beat of her mother made him beg for the time to rewind to ask for a do over day but it was all vain the choices had been made and now what he sow shall be reaped. He could see the room filled with glistening sunlight spreading its rays start of a new day but to him it can be the same it was twilight forever!



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