He looked at her.
She was sitting in a chair, sipping coffee and holding a book in one of her hands.
He was standing one block away down the street with a bunch of fresh lilies in his hand. Today is the day, he thought.
Today, I speak and she listens.
Today, I tell her that I love her, regardless of her feelings for me. The traffic was sparse and he waited for the vehicles to halt. A colorful band of cars drove past him, but his eyes were glued to the girl he loved hopelessly.
He cleared his mind and started walking as the signal turned green. Each step was heavier than the previous and his body felt a deep chill. He was nervous and gripped the fresh lilies tightly.
As he walked towards her, a bright light flashed from above him and he vaporized into the air, not knowing that he was being abducted by a group of aliens.
(I fooled you. Well it’s April. Now that I have got your attention, let me begin the real story.)
His tormented suffocated soul gaped at the lifeless body that lay in front of him.
He was too angry with himself. He walked slowly to her dead body and kissed her feet.
It was cold and numb as his life right now; sans the warmth of love and happiness. Her eyes were shut and her skin was dull and pale.
She was dead, her organs had ceased to function, blood forbidden to flow and her lungs refrained from contracting and expanding.
He had killed her, his own wife, his partner for the last thirty years.
He regretted his actions now, after committing what he thought was a heinous sin. He was a sinner, he thought.
He had promised to be with her in every phase of her life, he recalled. But today, he found the same promise ripped to shreds. He had ditched her, he had stolen away the little bit of life breathing inside her.
Her body lay there, unmoved and still. He went back to his corner, a secluded corner where he could recall the past memories in solace. He sat in his corner, curled up.
It had been a perfect setting, the perfect love, the perfect marriage but not the perfect life for them.
One accident had shattered their dreamland into specks of dust. He was saved but she was paralyzed. With three children and his already ailing mother, it was getting tough for him to keep his sanity.
He was a mere shopkeeper, a variety shop owner. With the increasing loans from moneylenders and zero improvement in her condition, he was slowly getting burdened, frustrated and increasingly helpless.
One fine morning he woke up determined. Determined to bring her home and end it once and for all.
It took him 3 nights and 2 days of indecision and self-doubt to play God. His hands shivered, his heart throbbed painfully but he had made up his mind.
It was a question of ‘pulling a plug’ he told himself. She struggled for five minutes and everything came to an end.
That was it, he thought.
She was dead, no more troubles for him, no more pain for her, less financial troubles, and perhaps a better future for the children.
He glanced at her body and went back to her. Her body seemed calm; he hugged her, literally crushing her fragile body in his strong arms.
But she didn’t reciprocate. She was dead.
”I shouldn’t have done this! I shouldn’t have. I should have waited, waited for times to change.
I should have taken a little more pain, but not this. I need you. Come back, please!” his mind screamed.
But there was only silence.
And his remorse.