She circled around him ... once, twice and so on. They say seven such circles complete the quest for the life partner. But she didn't want that tonight.
Why would she leave him married now? Why would she do it when he couldn’t even sense her?
Another circle and she flew around … in a jest that was so like
Vishal tried to look around, eyes vague as ever. He did notice a movement. The curtains flew and the table lamp vibrated … the bed sheet appeared to flap its corners.
Is it the wind?
Vishal felt as if he was not alone in this room. For some reason, the room smelt as if
Has she come back … for once?
She teased him … gave his couch a gentle push. Vishal looked back … felt a movement, but didn’t find a grain of life. His body had developed a nagging ache … something that may have resulted from days of not eating, and his living off the bottle.
He got up … and hesitated to open the laptop lying on the table.
Why would he look at the last e-card
Was he paralyzed waist down?
Something alerted him … but not before he got this push again from behind. He got up … and tried to stand on his feet. She laughed again, this time louder than before.
Vishal sensed the longing for
Wasn’t he man enough to take that in his stride?
Poor men, she thought. They seem so strong yet are so weak from inside. Sensitive creations of God, she thought … but let him grieve. At times, the distance did bother her too. She was free to roam around. Still Vishal couldn’t romance her anymore.
The laptop was switched on. While it booted, Vishal could sense that the room had slowly been filled with a known smell … as if
Vishal signed on his internet, and opened his mailbox. In the last three days, there was a bunch of mail that piled up on his neatly maintained inbox. But
He didn’t want to then, but today he was longing to see her final message:
‘Sweetie, now you smell me right? Keep longing for me … and when you return to your bed tonight, feel me as much as you can. Watch out before I make my first attempt to visit your kitchen. Beware, naughty birthday boy! ... Mmmuuuuaaaah’
She did sign off … but she never got to enter his kitchen. The meal she had planned had passed away with her. He remained unfed … those candles were never lighted.
His hands reached for the glass. He poured a few drops of raw scotch into his dried throat. His eyes twitched … the face made that cryptic sign of gulping the rough, rugged drink on the rocks.
He looked back at the inbox. Somewhere on the top, there was another message with the subject – ‘get well soon, Vishy’. The sender was Anuja, his best buddy from work. He hadn’t noticed it earlier … and clicked to open it.
‘Dear, love is a journey that unfolds tragedy at every step … yet the passion remains’, she had put just a single line.
Vishal paused. He seemed to get a subtle hint from Anuja’s message.
Anuja expected him to understand her growing affection for him. He thought for a moment … his vision blurred. From behind the cupboard door panel, he could see a darker shadow move swiftly towards the window.
Before he could sense the movement, she erupted in a demonic laughter. This time, the sound echoed around all corners of the bedroom. The curtains shivered, the table lamp shook and the bed sheet seemed to fly away from the bed. Vishal sensed an eerie break in silence as he fumbled to close the mailbox and shut the laptop down.
Vishal clasped his hands, in an act urging forgiveness from
Within seconds, her spirit made one hurried circle around him. The room trembled as if there was a tremor … the glass window panes crackled.
And then it rushed out violently through the window.
Never to return again.