Why would a being powerful enough to satisfy its wishes with the sheer act of conceiving one ever wish for anything? Why would a being that requires no other being as a prerequisite for it origin and everlasting existence like to exist? Perhaps to assume the existence of such a being itself is fallacious?
These weird thoughts that mind produces may be the effect of joblessness, as this body lay on a bed covered with white sheet and eyes staring at the rotating fan, a black spot on the unbearable whiteness of this room. I have nothing to fear than this mind and the game it plays with me, no mortal could penetrate the human fort created by my men around this building, two men at my door whom I can see from this bed do convey that message. I have nothing to fear; land is three floors below me and sky two floors above. But this heartless mind, even when I try to train my left arm for all that remains ahead of it, won’t let me forget the absence of once prominent right hand.
What did I do to lose it? Is it a sin to send one van and four men with the goal to obtain ‘it’ for me? ‘It’ is what he desired most in this world? He yes “He”… He can be called my enemy. Don’t ask me when we started being enemies, I don’t know. It is not an issue of concern for us now. It is this hatred, developed into an urge to see his destruction that had been guiding this life for long period. For year all his challenges were answered with the vigor which flows from the heavens into me when his name is uttered. But today I will be calm, it’s not the time to cry or for an emotional outburst. Even humiliation of this magnitude cannot make me commit an act of blunder to slip into one more defeat. I will wait and will never forget that last scene in which he walked out with ‘it’ with winner written all over his face. But next time it will be me… it should be me.
Mr. B
“To not answer a ringing phone is nothing but foolishness, it’s the bearer of information and information decides the outcome of all conflicts. This was his fault; he earned it the moment he failed to attend to the desperate call of his spy before that little creature went into the earth with a brain filled with all the information that could have provided him with the ultimate victory.”
Contemplating on the series of events that occurred last day over a tea and a paper is a habit which is not going to detach itself from me for the years to come, but thoughts being something that would not take the linear path wander around the arena of mind touching upon all that is even remotely related them. ‘He’ was the main food of this troubled mind of mine for many years, even today, but today to think of him is to think of the victory. To take away from your enemy that which he consider as precious provides one with incomparable pleasure. For both of us most precious in this world is the suffering of the other, an instant in which we could feel it through all senses available to the human race. He thought something could be more precious for me than this…fool. I never desired ‘it’ but ‘it’ became important to me when he took ‘it’, that’s when I decided to acquire it.
Thousand forbidden fruits cannot provide this pleasure, but just one added with his humiliation did the work.
“Sir”
Yes this is the voice, the one which I waited to hear.
“It’s in the river”
“Hmm” I look at him to get more from that mouth.
“Hospital is surrounded by his men. It’s impossible to get in.”
“I will meet you in the office.” While getting up from the chair this is the only word that I could utter.
Miss. C
“Agony….”
When a large body of water pulls one, with the heavy iron running over the body joining hands to legs, into its depth there is no time to think. What is left is, to feel the weight of humiliation injected into the body for the last time and to accept death.
