I GONNA QUIT
Reena was all set to
swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but
to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through
her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m.
she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window
and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and
dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open
the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken
about 20 years ago. It was a memorable
sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She
caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled
down her eyes and fell onto the photo
frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and
started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still,
her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to
commit suicide.
