3 days of Life
He lay down on the bed. He wasnt feeling sleepy, inspite of the fact that it had been a tiresome day. But he just wasnt feeling sleepy.
"You know sometimes when you are really tired but then u still dont fall asleep...."
He twisted and turned on his bed. He didnt like not being able to fall asleep.
"Promise me..."
He closed his eyes shut tightly, remembered what a yoga teacher had told him once...empty your mind, and look at yourself as if you are another person, and then feel the person looking at you that is you urself, is rising high, to the ceiling of your room, to the roof of your house, to the top of the building, to up into the sky, to next to the stars...RELAX...n feel yourself falling asleep".
"I wont lose interest..."
He turned again. The relax method wasnt working. Then he tried flooding his mind with other thoughts. Plans, rather, of what he would do tomorrow. Read frontline, call on friends, try n reduce smoking...
"I am falling..."
He opened his eyes. It had been half and hour since he lay down on bed. 3 hours back, he was feeling like sleeping like a log, but now, sleep just wouldnt oblige.
"I dont want to let you go..."
He got up. Walked up to this laptop. Orkut was something he was always logged into. So he started browsing profiles, all the while avoiding the "Search" tab. Willingly and unwillingly, he used that tab everyday, going to the same profile, and then coming back without entering it.
He held himself back this time. After some directionless profile browsing, he cursed himself for not stocking cigarettes.
"I will miss you..."
He shook his head. Trying to force out these images, these voices. He said out loud "aaaaaaaaa...come on...think something else". It seemed to work. He was thinking of the work lying ahead in the coming week. There was a lot to do. He was trying to get all the work he could get his hands on. Try n keep myself busy, was what he said to anyone who would ask.
"Can I hold your hand?"
He smiled. Went back to bed. He knew he wont fall asleep. But then insomnia was now something he had started to live with.
The 3 days of life, the 3 happiest days, would keep coming back. And deep down inside, he didnt want to let them go...those 3 days...
P.S: This is a short story, and has not resemblance to anyone dead or alive :o)
"You know sometimes when you are really tired but then u still dont fall asleep...."
He twisted and turned on his bed. He didnt like not being able to fall asleep.
"Promise me..."
He closed his eyes shut tightly, remembered what a yoga teacher had told him once...empty your mind, and look at yourself as if you are another person, and then feel the person looking at you that is you urself, is rising high, to the ceiling of your room, to the roof of your house, to the top of the building, to up into the sky, to next to the stars...RELAX...n feel yourself falling asleep".
"I wont lose interest..."
He turned again. The relax method wasnt working. Then he tried flooding his mind with other thoughts. Plans, rather, of what he would do tomorrow. Read frontline, call on friends, try n reduce smoking...
"I am falling..."
He opened his eyes. It had been half and hour since he lay down on bed. 3 hours back, he was feeling like sleeping like a log, but now, sleep just wouldnt oblige.
"I dont want to let you go..."
He got up. Walked up to this laptop. Orkut was something he was always logged into. So he started browsing profiles, all the while avoiding the "Search" tab. Willingly and unwillingly, he used that tab everyday, going to the same profile, and then coming back without entering it.
He held himself back this time. After some directionless profile browsing, he cursed himself for not stocking cigarettes.
"I will miss you..."
He shook his head. Trying to force out these images, these voices. He said out loud "aaaaaaaaa...come on...think something else". It seemed to work. He was thinking of the work lying ahead in the coming week. There was a lot to do. He was trying to get all the work he could get his hands on. Try n keep myself busy, was what he said to anyone who would ask.
"Can I hold your hand?"
He smiled. Went back to bed. He knew he wont fall asleep. But then insomnia was now something he had started to live with.
The 3 days of life, the 3 happiest days, would keep coming back. And deep down inside, he didnt want to let them go...those 3 days...
P.S: This is a short story, and has not resemblance to anyone dead or alive :o)
Labels: Short Story
posted by Anurag at
10:11 AM
4 Comments:
:O)
@amruta
sadist :o)
sounds like my story..couldn't sleep for three days when a gay guy tried to grab me back then in Calicut...
@jake
hope u have gotten over it now :D
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