This is not a love story...

The rope was hugging me from all sides. It felt like the whole galactic pressure was applied on my neck. The force was more on the front side since the gravity was trying hard to pull me down. But, unfortunately the ceiling held me tightly with the help of rope. I had become unconscious after thirteen seconds. I still remember the intense pain before I went to the state of unconsciousness.

I suffocated to intake oxygen. Then, I felt nothing .

I felt weight less.

I felt problem less.

_________ 14 MINUTES BEFORE ___________

It had been 5 days since she told me that she was going to marry someone better. The word BETTER keeps on echoing in my mind.

I loved her divinely .I felt atmost pain in my heart.

__________________ NOW _____________________

Without my human body, I was just a soul now…

Though I was dead, it’s hard to control my emotion towards her. I went to every places where we used to spend time mostly.

The temple where she confessed that she was in love with me, The park where I proposed her back ,The road where we used to walk and discussed our future…

I roamed all places during the night and ended up in her home during morning at 7:00 AM. I expected her to be in her room during that time.But,she was not there. I searched her throughout the home. Then I realized that her home was locked from the outside and the home was decorated like some function was going on.

I was totally puzzled with no idea what was happening?

Then I found a greeting card near the entrance of the home .The greeting card resembled the one which we discussed during our love life.(she always told me that when we were going to getting married , the greeting card should have a blueish background where the letters were printed in glittering white.)

I just had a quick glimpse on the front page, I found nothing .So, I turned to next page where main contents should be present. I found her name in the place of bride’s name on the second page. Even though am dead ,it’s hard for me to see someone’s name in the place of groom’s name other than mine on the third page.

“Even for the dead heart, it’s an intense pain to suffer from.”

I started weeping there. But,nobody cares .I was just an invisible soul.

At last, I went to my home to see what was happening there. I had seen so many people gathered around my home. Probably everyone knows that I was dead. So, they might be present here for the condolence ceremony. I stand near the entrance to visualize my death ceremony. After few minutes , a person rushed in bike near the entrance of my home and then , he immediately ran inside .

I just heard a cry like a thunder from inside and a moments later, the person came out crying intensely. Then, I realized that it was my best friend who fell on the floor sobbing and shouting my name and cursing me for why I did like this? It’s hard for me to see him in this situation.

I went inside my home. The cry was vigorous from a place where a woman was sitting. It was my mom. I could sense that she was in intense pain and was crying tremendously. Her face was swelled due to the impact of crying. Her state describes that she couldn’t bear the loss of mine and couldn’t live anymore. On the corner of the room, my dad was sitting staring at me and was crying. He didn’t spoke any word. I couldn’t even imagine the intense pain he was under which was visible in his face.

It’s hard to stand there and seeing my parents in a situation like this. I just ran out and started running towards NO WHERE. My parents cry was keep on echoing in my head. My Parents face were keep on appeared and vanished when I went near them.

I was keep on running and thinking why I did something like this without even consider my parents.

Why I committed suicide for a girl who had married someone on the day I died?

Why I left my parents hopeless?

Why I didn’t think about my parents while committing suicide?

My family needed me. But, I didn’t realize that while committed suicide.

I was just thinking about my love only the whole time.

I really didn’t care about my mom who carried me in her stomach as well as in her heart.

I really didn’t care about my dad who protected me in odd times and who always thinking about my future.

As, the guiltiness killed me from inside ……..

I tried to enter my body which was impossible now.

As the cries still echoed in my head, I heard something unusual….

The krrrrrrrrrr……krrrrrrrrrrrrnnnngggggg…..krrrngggg……. alarm tone interrupted my sleep. I woke up suddenly from the nightmare.

The first thing I did after wake up was stopped thinking about her and started thinking about my parents....