He checked the noose again. It was good.
He stared at it for a few seconds and then got down. He took out the last cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The tobacco charged his mind within couple of seconds. He was a bundle of nerves a few seconds earlier. Now he was able to concentrate better.
Taking one's life isn't an easy decision for everyone out there.
He looked at the torn papers tossed in the dustbin. There were so many plans. He had written down everything. Marriage, honeymoon, expenses, savings, children .... a home. A tear escaped his eyes as he turned his eyes away.
They had been together for 3 years. Now that's some amount of time. People complete their graduation, couples become proud parents, a sales trainee becomes an area sales manager ... He chuckled at the last thought. No, not everyone becomes an area sales manager in 3 years. It had been one perfect depressing week.
A gush of wind from the window knocked a photograph on his table down. He dropped the cigarette in the ash tray and adjusted the photo. His parents looked happy and content. They had left him 7 years back. The world had never been the same for him since then. He wondered if anyone will miss him at all when he will be gone. Friends, relatives, acquaintances, clients. He shook his head.
He had made up his mind. He stood on the chair and took the noose in his hands. He thought of kissing it, just like Bhagat Singh, but then decided against it. The revolutionary had given his life for something worthwhile. He, on the other hand, was just putting his life out of misery.
The door creaked a little. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to bold the door. He quickly jumped from the chair and asked in a calm, but little irritated, voice "Who's there?" There was no movement for a couple of seconds. And then the door opened a bit and someone glanced through the door.
He was too surprised to react for a few moments, and then it hit him. He had forgotten to drop the food today, and the poor thing had walked all the way up due to hunger. He had missed him.
There was that tea stall boy who was looking forward to him to help him in securing good marks in class 10th. The old vegetable seller always have a good day when he is the first person to buy something from her. The guy selling poha on the corner has just one person to share all the good, bad, old and new things about his village.
There were more. He was, perhaps, an important part of life for few people out there. And not just people. The pup, who had broken one of his legs in an accident, was looking at him in anticipation of food.
He took the pup in his lap and broke down. He cried like he had never cried before.
