The Last Message

Oct 9, @ Gitam Central library

      He was standing at the library entrance. His eyes were busy searching for someone.  He looked at his watch. It was not working.  Just then, he felt a vibration in his pocket. He took out his Nokia-1100 mobile phone, used to the maximum possible extent.

 “1 txt msg received”

He opened it and read. He banged his leg on the marble floor and walked towards the Bhimas.

5 hrs later… Saddharma Sadan , room no – 405

“What happened dude? You seem to be worrying of something. Any problem?”

He remained silent, his fingers pressing hard against the mobile screen. He looked at his friend and then at the gift wrapper on his table.

“Did you meet..”

“March 22, Hot Breads”, he interrupted his friend and took a sip of vodka.

“March 22, Hot Breads? What are you saying about?”

“I’ve seen….. for the first time”, he gasped. “It was magical. It still lingers in my eyes”, he puffed his wills cigar and looked at the wrapper again.

Taking a sip of vodka, he continued to speak “It’s been a week. But I find it a very long time”

 He took out his mobile and typed “Good night. Chweet dreams” and sent the message.

They talked for some more time and his friend left.  He threw the vodka bottle on the floor. He wrapped himself in the blanket on the bed. He felt the same warm feeling he had once, not too long ago.

1 hour passed.

 He was still unable to sleep. His thoughts haunted him. He felt the immense need for one more bottle of vodka.  He took one from his cupboard and walked to the stairs. In a minute, he was on the terrace. There was no one around. He felt solace in the cool breeze. The owl on the banyan tree, in front of the hostel, hooted. He looked on to the sky above and saw the moon hiding behind the fast moving clouds.

  He walked to one end of the terrace. He emptied the vodka bottle and threw it away. It shattered into pieces. There was nothing more to accompany him. He climbed the covering wall of the terrace. He felt the wind blowing fast. He took out his mobile and typed

 “Take care. Bye forever”

He sent the message to her. He looked at the sky above and smiled. He took one step forward and within few seconds, he was lying on the portico in a pool of blood. The mobile fell beside him.

 1 txt msg received.  His mobile beeped.

 With all the energy he had, he took great effort in opening the message. It read,

 “I am sorry for what has happened last week. I love you a lot.”

Reading it, he took his last breath…

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13 comments on “The Last Message

  1. shankar says:

    first few lines.i found relevant..mobile lo messages hostel ante sourav gadu gurtu vachadu :p

  2. shaik subhani says:

    really nice

  3. Sruthi Dhavala says:

    Please dont get INSPIRED by Chetan Bhagat… Your style of writing has changed buddy!! Not that I dont like it, but it feels boring!! 🙂

  4. sruthi dhavala says:

    its not just the vodka, as soon as i read your post, i suddenly could only visualise and remember only 3 idiots :-):-):-):-):-)

  5. mouli says:

    good story.differences in understanding causes suicides.its a best example

  6. oyenimsi says:

    awesome dude.. frst post of urs which i read ,… and it didnt take seconds for me to press the follow button.. u r good …!!!!!

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