Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Life is Fleeting

Gauri is in the kitchen making coffee. Aman enters, puts his files and bag down, goes into the kitchen and hugs Gauri. He slowly traces kisses from her ear down to her neck.

"Stop!", she shouts and pushes him away and continues to make coffee.

"Why, whats wrong with you?", asks Aman and he grabs her by the waist and starts kissing her face again.

Gauri pushes him away again and walks towards the door.

Aman gets there before her and stops her.

"What is it? Tell me. You hate me, don't you? You don't think I'm good enough, huh?" he shouts.

He tries to force himself on her.

Trring.. trring.. the telephone rings.

He shoves her away and picks up the receiver. "Hello?"

No reply from the other end.

"Hello…. Speak, you bastard!"

No response. He slams the receiver down and looks at her.

"That must have been for you, right? You think I don't know? You think I am a fool?" he strides towards her and pulls her close to him. He starts ripping her clothes off and does not stop in spite of her constant screaming.

Trrring… trring.. the telephone rings again.

He throws her on the ground, picks up the receiver and shouts "Stop calling her you bastard. You want to know what is happening here right now? She is with me. She is mine and there is nothing you can do about it. Listen. Hear her scream, beg, plead." He guffaws.

He turns around and finds that Gauri is sipping coffee from her mug.

"Come here, you filthy whore!" He screams and walks towards her.

Gauri puts her mug on the table and turns towards him, trying to protest and stop him. He throws her against the wall, presses himself against her and starts to pull her hair and bite her.

Suddenly the big marble jar, placed on the top shelf moves back and forth dangerously. The meretricious ornamentation falls on Aman with a loud bang.


Its all over in a moment. No more shouting or screaming. He did not let out a single sound.

An undignified, helpless death.

Gauri picks up her mug from the table, walks towards the window and continues to drink her coffee.

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