I must surely have woken up off the wrong side of the bed. Who turned my bed 180 degrees in the night I do not know. I have been waking up for years in the same side. I am not mistaken for sure. And see; now my feet are dipped in water! Uhh! No it is not water, it seems blood. Cannot be blood, it’s not red either. It’s like mud! Ah wretch!
Mother!! Mother!! Are you there? Oh! She is off to market to get me some earthy fruits. But she has not returned for three days and why am I not feeling hungry then? Mother?
But my place is so clean. Who did that? Someone while I was asleep? Hmmm…Naughty Rachel. She must have done that. She has always been so keen about home-making. Always dreamt and discussed about a nice husband, grand marriage, holiday trips and sweet children like plum. Teased my father about leaving us alone and flying to another country. An NRI she said. he he. She made me dream too abut all those electronic gadgets she planned to gift me. O God! This filthy thing is drying fast. Is anyone out there to help me? Helloooo?? Any soul alive??
I danced in her marriage, drank for the first time. he he. But was under control. I even went to book the tickets with her husband for their honeymoon. I was there during the departure too. It was fun. I wished to fly too but my feet are stuck in this mud!!! fuckkk! We waited for her call but the call never came. Last time they hugged each other was minutes before crashing to some large building. It was heartbreaking.
I am sick of heartbreaks and I am sick of this place too. It’s not my room I know, it’s not my home I know, it’s not my world I know. I am suspended in oblivion, amidst the dead and almost dead.
Here I am.
This is my deathbed, in the graveyard. Turned upside down.
Besides my mother, I sleep in chaos. The chaos of the riots that goes out in the streets everyday and never rests.
