“BEEP BEEP” the sound of alarm clock was irritating, he got wake up with that, kept his palm over the clock to stop its beeping. Still closing his eyes, trying to sleep, but he knows he can’t, he has go to for work. He still remembers his old work, the work full of enthusiasm, adventures and surprises were waiting in every moment. “Veer come on its time” his mind said to him. ”Yes” he said to himself, following his mind. He knows what heart has done with him in the past. He sit on bed, moving his hand over his disturbed hairs, looked towards the room. His room was delicately organized, cleaned covers, bed sheets. Pillow, glass, etc everything on its right place. A picture of his old room came in to his mind, dusty floor, totally disturbed bed with sheet on the couch, naked girl lying over that etc. But why there was everything in that room even though it didn’t have anything, he still thinks that.
“I am in peace now. Stop thinking, let’s get ready now” hit his head with his hand and have his way to washroom.
It’s was 7 when he came out wearing a towel over his abdomen, open the cupboard, choose his one of the check shirt from a collection of those in different colors, he never like that, but things have changed, “Everything” he said to himself. Thrown the towel on the chair, showing its naked body covered with tattoo of eagle on back, he looks to the mirror and smiles. Few moments after, he was ready with a check shirt, creased pants, holding the overcoat in his one hand, standing in front of mirror, “ is this really me?” his heart questioned. A glimpse of sadness came on his face, he moved forward to the kitchen to make that same usual sandwich and coffee. How life can change, he was a good example of that. Holding the mug in his hand he came out, sat on the couch, looks to the shadow of him in window glass. “I hate you” he said to the shadow and stood up, opened the window for fresh air..
He looked towards the door, newspaper man has slide the newspaper below the door. He took it up holding mug in one hand, taking one sip from that, reading headlines of newspaper. This is the only thing that is still same in him. He sat on the couch, took a long sip and started reading it. Today also everything was same, nothing has changed. Same murders, same kidnapping , same political fights, etc nothing exciting was there, he stood to fill his cup again, put the newspaper on the table, went to the kitchen. When he came back, because of wind paper has got open, pages were turning , he put his hand on the paper, took a sip, kept the mug aside, suddenly he found something unusual in that usual newspaper. “A STRIPPER NAMED SELENA, FOUND DEAD” Now his heart taunted him on not believing it in night, and he cursed himself as he could have saved her.