With a 'Cling', the bottle broke into pieces splashing the beer and the glass pieces on us.
I now see myself in the man-sized mirror in front of me. As a tear drop trickles from my blood red eyes, I look pathetically at myself. I'm a complete mess with dark circles gifted by insomnia, untrimmed beard, unkempt hair and an untended physique with a broken beer bottle in hand that is ready to penetrate his flesh anytime. I had a cruel unkindness in my eyes. Three months of agony stumbles in front of me in his form. Unable to withstand my previous smack he has collapsed on the sofa behind. He is as drunk as he was on that particular day.
She is a Gem of a person. She's an angel..! Since I wasn't born with a silver spoon I had to earn by my own for my living.
While my friends' girlfriends' were nagging them for expensive gifts and possessions she never asked me to get anything for her. Still I tried my best to put a big smile on her face with the simple things I could do. For a single red rose, she'd react as if she had recieved an exorbitant bouquet. She would value lil poems as Epics, Accessories as Treasure and Myself as her Life.
She's a girl of morals. A Smile is all the makeup she wears to beautify her. She always says, "Life is meaningless unless you make people around you smile,Even if u can't be the cause of their smile never be the reason for their tears". The feasibility of our marriage was low at the beginning. So I intended either for register marriage or for eloping. But she, with her persistent efforts managed to convince her parents since she didn't want to hurt them not even by chance. I'd say she's the embodiment of humanity for she always cares about everyone around her. I've personally never seen such a good soul. She has a staunch belief in me which I myself lack. She promised to be with me through my peaks and valleys and she did.
Everything went well, until that day. That moment is still green in my memory.
25.08.2017
5.50 pm
We were walking by the lane enjoying the Sunset and making memorable moments of that very special day. It was my birthday and our first wedding anniversary. Leaning on my shoulder, she was gazing at the setting Sun with a smile brighter than that. She then placed my arms around her waist, gave me a letter and said, "This is all I could give". The beautiful letter ended with a note 'Happy birthday Daddy ' . I was rejoicing at the sight of her eyes and the feel on her waist. I wished that to be a never ending walknd the walk. My fortune mocked at me and ended horribly at the same moment when a cozy car drifted speedily towards us. She pushed me aside before I could comprehend the happiness as well as the approaching danger. In a blink of an eye everything got over. When I rose up, the Car waggled along the road frightening several other pedestrians on the way. With rage and agony, I glanced at the number plate. I tried lifting her up and became petrified when I found something viscous behind her neck.
That Sunset took away my Sun and the nightfall of my life began. I've lost my sleep since the day I lost her. The crash crucified my smile with her coffin. I detested and desolated myself but the only factor that kept me alive was her memories. The one who constantly reminded me to trim my beard is no more and so my mane grew merrily. For 90 dawn and dusks I was searching for that car with the blood stained letter in my pocket. With continuous efforts I finally confronted him. I found him, found his house and I'm into his house for a disastrous murder to avenge her death. He's drunk, and had a great choice of foreign branded alcohols spread over the table. He isn't in a state to stop me, not even to cry for help. With a 'Cling', the bottle broke into pieces splashing the beer and the glass pieces on us.
I could now see myself in the man-sized mirror in front of me.As a tear drop trickes from my blood red eyes, I look pathetically at myself.I'm a complete mess with dark circles gifted by insomnia, untrimmed beard ,unkempt hair and an untended physique with a broken beer bottle in hand that is ready to penetrate his flesh anytime. I had a cruel unkindness in my eyes. Three months of agony stumbles in front of me in his form. Unable to withstand my previous smack he has collapsed on the sofa behind. The broken beer bottle is dripping its last drop of alcohol. With a tigerish growl I pounced upon him, the piece of glass was ready to incise his fleshy neck. I wiped off the final tear to stab him, but paused when I saw a portrait framed with his little daughter's frozen smile on the wall above the sofa with her obituary note that appeared in some newspaper.
I saw my unborn child smiling at me through the kid. I saw my malignity melting at her smile. I noticed my animality shattered with those pieces of glass. I wished to weep aloud-but my wife isn't alive to wipe off the tears. I consoled my avenging cruelty with a blink of her memory. My Angel wouldn't like avenging.
She will never hurt anyone even perchance. With a feeble smile, I left that place for she always said "Even if u can't be the cause of their smile never be the reason for their tears.."