My phone beeped and a message flashed on the screen. It was from Yamini, it read- "Please come to my home...come fast."
It did not worry me for she had always been in a haste. When she wanted to eat ice cream, she needed it fast...when she wanted to go for a movie, she needed it fast...and when she wanted to go to the loo...well that everyone's problem.
What i mean to say is that she had always been in a hurry. Last time she told me to come to her house quickly because she needed me. I was in the university library and after recieving the message when my mind had several haunting interpretations and imaginations as a result of several intra personal communications, i rushed 3 Kms back to her home just to discover that she had baked a cake and wanted me to enjoy with her. Not that she had always been this much demandind from always. In the beginning of our relationship she had not been such. Ratjer I was the brat. But soon after her mother died, our roles were reversed. She needed more attention from her father as well as me. Now even her father didnt give me that wry look when we both met, that he used to greet me with earlier.
But today I was near her house yet i didnt rush to her home. I strolled to her calmly because I wanted to mould her this habit slowly slowly lest she would never get out of this zone. The distance that I could have reached in 2 minutes on my bike, i covered it in ten minutes. As i stood in front of her building I heard the watchman shouting ,"Catch them" while two men rushed from my side. I realised that these were some thugs. My footsteps incresed their pace and i entered her building, rushed to her flat and found it open being buzzed with frightened ladies. their in the hall lay my love dead. Blood spread out from her neck, her veins chopped by those thugs. She had hidden below the table from the thugs and messaged me, but i took it for granted. This didnt remind me the wolve came story for this was sad...breaking. I found myself weeping, my heart bursting and i shoutinh in front of the cake that my lost love had baked for me just before she struggled to ger safe from the rhugs and got killed.
