The faint ticking of clock is all she can hear, the minutes are just passing by. It’s a hot afternoon, as still as dead air. Sweat trickles down her forehead, her eyes are damp. It’s been long she’s holding that blade between her fingers. She looks as if a storm just orphaned her, eyes all empty, face all pale. She sat stiff afraid of moving as if she did she might fall deep down never to be found again.

We don’t know what is going through her, what’s making her do this. All we see is a dimly lit room, books strewn all over the huge study table and a photograph, self framed. She’s well read the books tell us that, yet she looks like a scared angel, all alone. If we could just reach out and help her. She’s cold now, shivering. A cold tear rolls down her cheek; she shuts her eyes tight forcing to behold the pain inside. She needs someone to hold her, seize that sharp metal and tell her she doesn’t deserve this. There’s no one here, only the infernal stillness…

She finally jerks her head back; and with a swift stroke slits her wrist. She’s in pain we can see, and we are helpless…one sordid moment and our angel is reduced to a gnome. The blood is dripping like a gory creek seeping the life out of her. She’s becoming weak now, her body loosens the composure her mental tumult finally venting out and in this physical agony she passes out.

The clock is ticking away; it’s getting more suffocating, she’s going through the tunnel…its dark, soothing she’s freezing. We can see her turning blue, but the blood wont stop it’s making a dark cesspool on the floor. She’s going numb, she’ll stiff up…we still call her she; she still has life though it’s draining fast.
Crash! Some one broke through the glass pane, thank god someone’s here…

She wakes up hours later in huge white room; still fatigued her eyes see a blurry image of her neighbour. A voice tells her rest, sleep you’ll be fine I am here. She dozes off comforted; we hope she finally makes peace with herself. Of what she did now we know, this was her biggest crime. The one above forgave her of all that happened in the past, for this she’ll need to justify. He’s still kind, gave her time gave her someone by her side now. We hope she trusts the verdict and rejuvenates, its just hope we have and let her have it too.

It’s early morning, she wakes up still dizzy finding the voice again telling her to relax goes back to sleep. Her seraph watches over her, disturbed why she did this but calm enough to be her one and only succor. She has me now, I’ll be with her, its not sympathy it was something always inside me but I was afraid to shoulder this recovering loner. But now I am here, God did choose me, it’s a sign. I never go out to my balcony and never in that sweltering heat but yesterday I did. It was just a co-incidence or providence I don’t know. But I am here, I’ll be here that’s a promise my angel….

Not everything goes as planned, not all things have a reason, and not everyone is alone. Some things just happen because they are meant to be. Some souls unite because they are destined to. Some depart coz their time did it’s time. Just no reasons at all….

Mansi Raj Singh