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The laws of physics had gone for lunch break, he thought. He had jotted down, classified and categorized all the problems he could ever face in his entire lifetime. Hanging seventy feet high up in the air by his shoe lace was not one of them. He was not even supposed to be here, not like this anyway. But his limbo poised a serious question that would reflect on his entire lifetime, which way should he go?

He had climbed this building to go down, he used the lift while going up but will now use gravity to do is job to take him down. Gravity you be bitches, he exclaimed. He had seen his shoe lace loosen as he stood on the edge of the building to jump. He considered tying it but then ignored, where he was going there was no need for a shoe lace, was there?

All the seventy religious dogma and no one explained if you should tie your shoe lace before dying. Well, it was too late for that wasn’t it? Oh, well nothing he could do now could he?

What was that buddhist story about the hunter, strawberries and the tiger? The hunter fell of the cliff hung by the strawberry bush over a valley full of tigers. the hunter ate those strawberries, yes, that was it. He had never lived a life like that, did he? Always worrying about others, carrying the weight of entire world on his shoulder.

Worrywart.

Oh yes, school, college, office and now this. This was infact a welcome break in his life after a decade. The fact that he was suspended high up in the air with only his shoe lace did not overshadow his break.

Where was his life going? He thought and chuckled, life was out of question now wasn’t it? He was supposed to go headlong in death. If only he had stopped and looked around the world. It was so beautiful, so lifelike. Oh well, it was to late for that wasn't it? He had decided when he crossed the fiftieth floor while coming up, there was no turning back. The watchmen of the building will let dogs on him if he had returned.

Maybe it was for good, he thought, after all life was going nowhere was it? There was nothing in his life, a complete humdrum of useless job, money and coffee. Too much? But then what about his wife? She was happy with his insurance policy wasn’t she? What was there anymore that responsibility?
But then he saw a butterfly flying towards him from down below, the wings were so beautiful as it struggled to reach him.

“Listen,” the butterfly said, “Life is important…”
“You talked,” he exclaimed.
“You listened,” the butterfly exclaimed clearly surprise someone listened had a heart attack and went crashing on the ground.

Oh well, yes life is beautiful. Maybe all he needed was a welcome break, a holiday in GOA, few days off without booze, smoke and life was all he needed to get it all sorted out. Maybe he could add his school crush on Facebook, go play those drums. Yes he could, he exclaimed.

So busy was he planning his future, he did not realize his shoe that was holding him tethered to life came off. He fell headlong to his death… or did he?

P.S. Those who are keeping score, my resolution of writing 20 stories in 2012 is happening. Yo.
P.P.S. First attempt at Dark humor, is it any good?


Comments

  1. Very interesting indeed... All thru the read I kept wondering, will he die? Only one thing, the font size is too small so i had to keep zooming and reading or is it my iPad?

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  2. Hey thanks.... that was the idea. Does this font size thing work for all blogs or only this?

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  3. Dang the co-incidence Siddhesh! One of my resolutions this year is also to write at least 20 stories. :)

    And yes, the story is good, keeping in mind your first attempt in this genre(as you said). :)

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  4. Hey ya @Shilpa We both can complete the resolution. Please write in English :P

    Thanks a ton...:D

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  5. So true. I think I had heard that story before. Thanks for reminding me of it.

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  6. You have heard the story before... hailot, but this I wrote someone very recent. o.O Where

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  7. Nice post.... I like your writing style specially the way you finish them :) :)

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