It was slightly cold that evening, in a deserted moonlit lane. He was zigzagging with a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and a heart so heavy, like it would burst any moment.
A grown man, father of a 4 year old, no it didn't suit him at all.
His vision at that moment, had the metamorphic connection with his life, unclear. Yet he knew, where he was heading....
His head, heavy with thoughts....
"Don't ever think of breaking up, I'm gonna break your head at the first such thought, if occurred to you." She had always been possessive
He drank a little every time she echoed in his mind. "We gonna make it till the end baby, I promise". But what went wrong? Why she left, what had he done? He tried to remember, but couldn't. Probably alcohol was taking over him or may be he didn't really want to remember.
It was that moment, that very moment where he wanted to stay trapped forever. He didn't want anything to remember even if he tried to. But that's life, it never stops , 'it goes on'. But certainly alcohol has limits.
He had to put an end to all this now. He couldn't be trapped forever, and so he moved forward. He knew exactly, where he was going, took a turn right, moved into the alley. '1st house on the left', he had remembered.
He knocked on the door, a woman appeared....
"I wasn't expecting you this late, we had a deal"
"I'm in no mood to talk"
"I'm not 'talking', you are late, I don't see customers at this time of night, if you want us to proceed, you have to pay me double"
He pulled out the wallet from his pocket and took all the cash out of it....
"Here, take this"
"Who is she?" she asked, looking at the photo in his wallet.
"My wife" , he said, like it was no big deal.
"So you both are not together?"
"No, not anymore"
"Why?" she had asked, removing her sari
....
Why? Why they are not together....
"I don't remember"
*PHONE RINGING*
"Yeah? who is this?"
"Daddy? When are you coming home?" called a squeaky little voice
"Sweety? is that you?"
"Ssshhhh! its my daughter" waving at the woman, who was nearly naked by then
"Sweety I'll be home in a minute." He hung up the phone.
"Are you leaving?" asked the woman in a puzzled manner
"No"
"Then why you lied to her?"
"I donno"
"Is she with your daughter?"
"Who?"
"Your wife"
Was she? He didn't really remember. It irked him a little, he picked up the phone and dialed
"Hello! Mr.naveen's resident, he is not at home, please leave your message"
"I want to talk to my daughter"
"Sir,is that you, are you okay? You don't sound so good"
"I want to talk to my daughter,quickly"
The man on the other side shouts a familiar name....
"Daddy?" again that squeaky little voice
"Sweety? are you okay?"
"Daddy come home, I'm not going to sleep without you" she said probably making a tantrum...
"Is mumma not with you?"
"No, you said she is not going to live with us"
"Sweety, I'll be home, give uncle the phone"
"Yeah? Do you want me to come over, sir? You haven't been well all this month"
"Where is my wife?" he had asked in such a broken manner, the man on the other end could say nothing....
"Please, tell me, where is she?"
"She is dead sir. I'm sorry"
All of a sudden he could relate everything, he knew it wasn't the first time it's happening. With the alcohol drained off his system, he was back into the world he hated.But he had one good reason to live, his daughter.
"I'm sorry ridhi, I promise I'll take care of our daughter." His eyes were closed with tears coming out.
And he knew this time....
"I mean it"
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