A cell. Walls in a shade of grey. Some parts of the paint peeling off. A
tattered rag. Kept in one corner. Dusty in a yellowish shade. A man. 6
feet 1 inches. 210 pounds. 35 Years. Straight hair. A mixture of grey
and light shade of brown. Beard. 2 days. Unkempt. A half t-shirt. White
and black stripes. White trouser. One size bigger. A number. On his
forearm. 555. His name. Doesn't matter. His identity. The number on his
forearm.
A guard. Tall. Muscular. Stands with rapt attention. Outside the cell. The man calls out. Asks for the time. 3pm the guard says. Goes back to the rag. Sits down. Legs crossed. Stops. Lies down. Arms behind his head. Stares at the ceiling. Memories. Seeping into his mind. Memories that took shape and remained with him. Memories that couldn't be wiped out by the grey walls.
A laughter. A tad higher on the shriller side. A girl. 19 years. Black hair. Long. Shoulder length. Pink Skin. Oval eyes. Pink lips. Sweating. A water droplet. Inches slowly. Over the curved navel. He couldn't get enough. Turns her over. Starts again. Her ears. His tongue. He nibbles slowly over them. Faint whispers. Heavy breathing. I love you. She tries to tell. The words come out in spaces. Moans. Long night. First time. He makes love.
Changes.Another laughter. another day. Another girl. 24 years. Perfect hourglass figure.Hair. Jet black. Almost like a flowing river. Whitish skin. Round eyes. Lips to bring life into. White gown. Smiling. Its his wedding. Happy. Dreamy. Long drives. Small arguments. Open roads. Open souls. Intense love. Passionate sex. Motherly care. A distant memory. Another lifetime.
Then a boy comes onto the picture. 2 years old. Droopy eyes. Chubby nose.Little fingers entwined into his own. Support.Laughing as he flaps his wings. Like a gust of wind on a rainy day. Runs around. A tear. Drops slowly. Eyes still closed. More memories seep in.
A dark picture. Somewhat hazy. Sound of cries. Death. 3 children. Blood covered. Red everywhere. Black. Automatic. i10. The windshield broken. A star radiates out from one side of the screen. Mind still distorted. Beer and vodka. Playing tricks. Intoxication. Roads blur. 10 years ago. A lifetime.
A knock. More like the bells of judgement. Opens eyes. Slowly. Comes out of memory trance. Looks. Guard knocking on the bars. Gets up. Mechanically. Stares. Guard nods. Time. Waits for none. 10 years. Each day a reluctant walk. Thinks he could turn back time. The faces stares out from behind. The smiling girl. The small kid. Eyes. Questions which he had no answers.
The final walk. Remembers. Robert Frost. Miles to go. Before I sleep. No more miles left for him. Smiles.
A guard. Tall. Muscular. Stands with rapt attention. Outside the cell. The man calls out. Asks for the time. 3pm the guard says. Goes back to the rag. Sits down. Legs crossed. Stops. Lies down. Arms behind his head. Stares at the ceiling. Memories. Seeping into his mind. Memories that took shape and remained with him. Memories that couldn't be wiped out by the grey walls.
A laughter. A tad higher on the shriller side. A girl. 19 years. Black hair. Long. Shoulder length. Pink Skin. Oval eyes. Pink lips. Sweating. A water droplet. Inches slowly. Over the curved navel. He couldn't get enough. Turns her over. Starts again. Her ears. His tongue. He nibbles slowly over them. Faint whispers. Heavy breathing. I love you. She tries to tell. The words come out in spaces. Moans. Long night. First time. He makes love.
Changes.Another laughter. another day. Another girl. 24 years. Perfect hourglass figure.Hair. Jet black. Almost like a flowing river. Whitish skin. Round eyes. Lips to bring life into. White gown. Smiling. Its his wedding. Happy. Dreamy. Long drives. Small arguments. Open roads. Open souls. Intense love. Passionate sex. Motherly care. A distant memory. Another lifetime.
Then a boy comes onto the picture. 2 years old. Droopy eyes. Chubby nose.Little fingers entwined into his own. Support.Laughing as he flaps his wings. Like a gust of wind on a rainy day. Runs around. A tear. Drops slowly. Eyes still closed. More memories seep in.
A dark picture. Somewhat hazy. Sound of cries. Death. 3 children. Blood covered. Red everywhere. Black. Automatic. i10. The windshield broken. A star radiates out from one side of the screen. Mind still distorted. Beer and vodka. Playing tricks. Intoxication. Roads blur. 10 years ago. A lifetime.
A knock. More like the bells of judgement. Opens eyes. Slowly. Comes out of memory trance. Looks. Guard knocking on the bars. Gets up. Mechanically. Stares. Guard nods. Time. Waits for none. 10 years. Each day a reluctant walk. Thinks he could turn back time. The faces stares out from behind. The smiling girl. The small kid. Eyes. Questions which he had no answers.
The final walk. Remembers. Robert Frost. Miles to go. Before I sleep. No more miles left for him. Smiles.
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