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The window is closed and yet the leaves are shivering. Must be the gust of chilled air coming from that vent, which is also turning the pages of “ Seto Bagh” real fast. I check the syringe and the medication and it looks up to the level. If you ask me, it is really easy to kill people. No sweat, at least when it is somebody you don’t know. You simply grab their left hand, find the nerve and pull the needle in. They can’t resist, as they are semi-dead already. That’s why I kill them, euthanasia, you know.
But tonight it is different. I am feeling like a refrigerated peace-of-water inside. The rays of light coming out of the 60Watts, feel like x-rays piercing a conscience mind.
It appears brighter than before, going to expose my deed. I have managed to stop my hands from trembling but the blood tide inside appears to have been affected by the full moon tonight.
My nursing home has seen 14 deaths so far. 12 of which were intentional. No, my patients don’t ask me to kill them. I make the decision based on their conditions. To be safe from the legal hassles I cover up the process. You see, that’s why I have chosen the pillow murder now a days. My 11th victim, well customer, had to go through autopsy and they did find the drug injected. We were able to wrap up the incident quickly, thanks to our legal department. It is a little cumbersome but worth it, you just have to hold the pillow above the patient’s face, put your knees over both of the patient’s legs and squeeze the pillow as hard as possible. You can see eyes popping out if you don’t cover the face completely, so make sure about that. With injections, it is pretty easy, obviously.
The 'seto bagh' is still flipping, my aunt Timila read it 9 times and still likes it. She laughs every time she goes to the Fistey Raja part. Who is aunt Timila? Well she is my aunt, a close relative to Anush. Despite her disapproval of our marriage (she thinks Anush and I are related because of her), I still love her. I gave her a rare “mayur pankh” bookmark, I bought from Rajasthan, in her last birthday which she kept on the Seto Bagh. I don’t see that bookmark in this 'Seto Bagh', so the patient who just checked in tonight can’t be aunt Timila. Siya, my assistant told me that this patient had a rare and terminal desease. But she did smile while leaving for the day, don’t know why.
Okay, I have to start my process now, have to concentrate. I make sure that the pillow cover is dry cleaned before it is 'used.' I do hope that Siya has turned the patient room’s lights off. You see, I don’t want to get attached with innocent face of my patients, on an euthanasia mission. Let me open the door silently, they shouldn’t be disturbed. The old bitch is sleeping soundly it seems. Almost the same heights and posture as my aunt Timila. Look how sound she is sleeping, poor lady. That periodic uprising of her belly is little annoying. Glad to put a rest to it now. The light, even though, is dim enough to shade her face, I should be able place the pillow correctly.
Now, I am stratring to tremble. It didn’t happen before, I was always able to control myself. My hands are shaking like I am driving a shift-stick in higher gear. My pillows are my wheels now, I am being dragged towards the old bitch's head. Anush, why am I remembering you now? Anush, no one can part you from me, but please leave for a while from my thoughts. I need to concentrate. Okay, I am about a foot away from the old lady's face. Let me stay next to her, it should be easier that way. Oh it is so warm here, why her feet are like my aunt's too. No she can’t be her, the 'Seto Bagh' has new covers on it and I didn’t see the book mark I gave her. Besides, Siya would inform me that it is my aunt.
Give me courage, oh God. It is afterall, for the old lady's sake. I want to rid her from all the pains she has infected upon herself (or others???). She has to go. I slowly extend my arms now. Look at those eyes, it is so clear now. I shouldn’t be looking at them, here I go. The old bitch realized so quickly, she is trying to free herself !! May be she wasn’t sleeping after all, just pretending to. But your time has come lady&you have to go. The wind gust has opened up the windows and the old lady is shaking really hard now. Look there!!! The mayur-pankh I gave to aunt Timila, the wind has blown it inside this room. I am sorry aunt, you have to go.
The work is done. Aunt Timmy will be finally parted with her 'Seto Bagh.' Suddenly I hear the telephone ringing. "I am not available, please leave a message. Beep" "Hey Simmy, it’s me Anush. You probably have already met aunt Timila&well she wanted to surprise you and checked in as a patient. She must have already told you that she has agreed to our marriage and is there to give you heartful of blessings. I will check you out later."
The seto bagh is still being flipped mercilessly. I think it has reached the part where JangaBahadur sees the seto bagh.
THE END
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All things fall. Some faster than others.
Above me is the blue sky, below me I can see the misty cloud glaring at me like a trampoline.12,000 feet, 45 seconds to go.
I jumped out of my plane 2 seconds ago. You see, our conversation is not in a real time.
The faster I am accelerating to the ground, the faster I am talking to you. Skydiving, my
passion, the love of my life. I still remember telling my dad once, "I want my body to
be thrown in a skydiving fashion, from 10,000 feet altitude, when I am dead." Most of you wouldn't understand my passion for skydiving, except for my lovely wife up in that plane from which I am diving, and my best pal, Steve, who is piloting the plane, Cessna C-182, over the Estacada plain of Oregon .
Steve and I have shared same interests since our childhood days. We have fought so much that now we can't be separated. Steve is only into B.A.S.E. jumping though, and I don't like driving my planes. When we ascend to skydiving, Steve prepares everything for me, including my parachutes and head gears. My innocent wife has almost no interest on this X-treme sport and is a little afraid of altitude; though she was gracious to accompany us in this pursuit, this time.
I have just passed through that thick layer of cloud, I think I did get my suit a bit wet.
This is my first time with Accelerated Freefall, I am too old for Tandem dives now. I was
supposed to have 2 instructors along with me, according to the guide lines..but who cares now at this point of life! I am close to 110 mph now the air gust could peel my cheeks easily if I wasn't wearing the protecting mask. I wonder how Wesley Snipes could talk in this heavy air tunnel, no way.
Steve has always been superior to me in everything. He was the homecoming King of our high school (we didn't have Queens there), he got selected in the Ivy league program and every girl would die to talk to him. I had contacts of so many girls, because of Steve; they all wanted to be my friend - to be his girlfriend. I never felt bad about it, I don't think so; but did wanted something to show for myself. That is why I bought an old corvette (though cheaper than his new Z3), learned Skydiving while Steve was into BASE jumping (mostly Cliffs). I even married a pretty wife, Sarah and Steve is unmarried still....despite knowing that Sarah was his old flame.
Now I can make out the assembly of small houses, which appear like a computer motherboard. Those blue river, actually appear like a line in a geological map. 6,000 feet more and I will be kissing the ground. I don't have any complain for my life, no sir. I have a good job, a house with reasonable mortgage and my grass is greener than my neighbors. Apart from feeling uneasy time after time and thinking about what my wife would be doing while I am out, I am happy. I no longer hear the laughs of my wife in the airplane up, above. Before my jump, I was so nervous and these two were laughing their hearts out.
Old flames aren't called old ashes, as they have the tendency to burn again. On numerous accounts I have caught Steve at my home, while I was calling my wife to check. But, if he were actually guilty, why would he pick up the phone? I have seen my wife staring at him at times, but that could be an innocent look, right? My son is more dear to his uncle Steve than me, although we do play often. Oh Steve, why am I so much obsessed about you and my wife, at this point when I am going to pull the cord to open my chute? You have been always nice to me and yet I can't get things off my mind.
They must be still laughing now, Sarah might be sipping that vodka, she can't stand altitude (and yet she is laughing). 1,000 feet I should pull the cord now. But what is the use??? I have seen Steve meddling with the chute-bag while I was getting my shot before the jump. That old bastard corked the knob, I am sure. I am sure I won't be able to open the chute. Let me enjoy this moment, the last moment of my life. Dad, didn't I tell you I wanted to be dead skydiving? This is the love of my life, my only true friend. You told me dad, that Steve is no good. I kept his friendship despite that. May be I because I didn't trust you, I have, after all, seen you strangling mom.
300 feet to go. I can see that plain construction site where my body is going to bang. Now, there is no point of pulling the cord. Even if Steve hadn't messed up the buttons, I blame him for my death. I know he did it. 3 seconds later my body will be smashed into pieces. 3 hours later, there will be an announcement on the radio, "A small plane, Cessna C-182, has been found missing in the Estacada plains of Oregon. The locals have reported that they have heard a loud bang, equivalent of a bomb explosion within the aircraft. The remains of the plane are yet to be discovered."
All things fall. Some faster than others.
THE END
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