HER LAST WISH Something like this has never happened to her before. Shruti can’t...

HER LAST WISH

Something like this has never happened to her before. Shruti can’t breathe, she feels empty and she is completely unaware of her surroundings. She loves loneliness, but now, this is a little painful to her. Loneliness is always good, but it can really hurt a person when he or she is in terrible need of company. It can even slowly take away your life when you are missing somebody- somebody who has been with you throughout and has suddenly left you for absolutely no reason at all.

Her body now starts to sweat profusely, and for a moment, she cannot move. Shruti has almost everything when compared to a beggar in the street. But, what she doesn’t have is what she really wants.

She stares at her room. How beautifully has she arranged all her books in the rack? She loves reading, and most of her books are related to crime and love. LOVE! That’s the worst part. Reading love stories isn’t definitely a bad idea, but if you are waiting for someone to accept your love and care, then they may prove to be dangerous. She feels ashamed. She slowly moves towards the rack and takes out all the works of Durjoy Datta and Nikita Singh. Those were once her most prized possessions, but now, she simply hates them for giving her hope. HOPE! That’s another thing that destroys your life. Shruti is now convinced that the entire concept of hope is rubbish.

“What is she doing in her room? Why can’t she come and sit here? Down? In the living room?”

She can hear her dad’s and mom’s voices.

“I know what to do with her. I will simply stop sending her to school.”

She has always loved her dad, but now, she simply can’t tolerate this treatment. What sin has she committed in all the seventeen years of her life? She has no clue. Maybe, giving too much without expecting anything back is also a sin. Who knows? She silently thanks Lord for sending her sister away for shopping at this point of time. Otherwise, things would have been more difficult for her.

Her phone starts buzzing. She doesn’t react. She knows that it is a message. Maybe, it is his message. Why? How long can a person pretend? How long can a person act as if he cares about you when he doesn’t give a shit about you and your feelings?

But, she just doesn’t find any point in ignoring his text now. Everything will be over in five minutes. She opens the message and reads:

“Have you gone mad? Stop this please.”

No, absolutely not. Shruti has already made up her mind. There is really no point in living when no single soul is capable of understanding you. Life itself is now meaningless to her, because she doesn’t have any reason to smile. Or has she simply forgotten to smile in the chase? She is not sure. She switches off her phone, and closes the door. She can’t cry now. She sits there like a statue. One small scratch at first. It hurts! But after one scratch, she just doesn’t feel like giving up on death. What if I fail? She starts thinking. By then, blood has started oozing out from the scratches she has made with her dad’s shaving blade. She has read in a Holy Book that the life given by God should be taken away from no one else, but him. She remembers asking her mom once. “But, Mama what if a person commits suicide?” “Then, the person will get no place in heaven. He or she will rot in hell,” her mom had said.

When life on earth becomes a hell, is there anything wrong in her action? She doesn’t know. For a moment, she has forgotten everything about him and her family. She has only one thing in her mind now: death. Shruti watches the blood flowing slowly, and slowly drifts to a deep slumber. Deep in her mind, she hopes that they will be together in eternity.