The empty side of the bed
The loud blaze of horns stirred Ravi up from the deep slumber he was in. 'The same old night mares', he sighed out loud. He turned around to stare at the empty space besides him. "I will get this side of the bed chopped off, soon." He promised himself yet again. The emptiness of the other side of the bed, reminded him of the hollowness of his heart. Emotions stirred up inside him, as he woke up.
Ravi was in no hurry to dress up. He had been thrown out of his job few months ago. The firm where he worked was downsizing and he was one of the first ones to get the pink slip. Jobs were far less today than when he had started three years ago.
He boiled some water, added a tea spoon of sugar and coffee in it and poured it into his mug. His mug. How much his heart longed to share the little things with someone. He had no family, no relations and just a few acquaintances, whom you could call friends.
He gazed out of the window and gazed at the view outside. Cars and pedestrians crawled around the roads, smoked billowed high from the chimneys. You could neither see the earth nor the sky. Ravi lived at the top floor of a godown owned by a factory owner. The rent was cheap and privacy assured. He once again thought about the feeling, of jumping down the three floors. Will he die? What is he is hospitalized? Will he be able to fund the medical expenses from his meager savings? The questions seemed so many, answers none.
He switched on the TV, the only prominent news being marriage of a son of a cricketer to a daughter of a film star. Almost impulsively, he switched off the TV and threw the remote on the bed. His eyes darted back to the window. Looking, thinking about the life that could have been and what life would never be.
He couldn't find solace anywhere, tried to escape but never could. For the nth time he wondered whether he would be able to find her. How will he know, she is the one? Will his ambitions ever get fulfilled?
And he just sat there, staring the ceiling, suffocating himself with questions that never seemed to be stop. Waiting for the night to come, so that he could stare once more at the empty side of the bed.
Ravi was in no hurry to dress up. He had been thrown out of his job few months ago. The firm where he worked was downsizing and he was one of the first ones to get the pink slip. Jobs were far less today than when he had started three years ago.
He boiled some water, added a tea spoon of sugar and coffee in it and poured it into his mug. His mug. How much his heart longed to share the little things with someone. He had no family, no relations and just a few acquaintances, whom you could call friends.
He gazed out of the window and gazed at the view outside. Cars and pedestrians crawled around the roads, smoked billowed high from the chimneys. You could neither see the earth nor the sky. Ravi lived at the top floor of a godown owned by a factory owner. The rent was cheap and privacy assured. He once again thought about the feeling, of jumping down the three floors. Will he die? What is he is hospitalized? Will he be able to fund the medical expenses from his meager savings? The questions seemed so many, answers none.
He switched on the TV, the only prominent news being marriage of a son of a cricketer to a daughter of a film star. Almost impulsively, he switched off the TV and threw the remote on the bed. His eyes darted back to the window. Looking, thinking about the life that could have been and what life would never be.
He couldn't find solace anywhere, tried to escape but never could. For the nth time he wondered whether he would be able to find her. How will he know, she is the one? Will his ambitions ever get fulfilled?
And he just sat there, staring the ceiling, suffocating himself with questions that never seemed to be stop. Waiting for the night to come, so that he could stare once more at the empty side of the bed.
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