The lights flickered and the electricity went out damn WAPDA! Playing hide and seek in the summers again. He takes out his lighter and begins to hastily search for the bottle of whiskey he brought earlier, with sweat already begging to form on his forehead he locates it on the corner of the table right beside the cigarettes a quick commotion follows and he looks back in a state of fear and shock to see only a cat standing and looking directly at him, he then makes his way upstairs to the roof. The moist yet cold air envelopes his body like a sweet embrace as he lay down on the charpoy and begins to look at the clear sky. There are moths and mosquitos buzzing near his ear but he is too tired to actually pay attention to it all. The stars brightly shining and the gentle smell of chambeli in the air coming from the garden. It’s late and people are sleeping a comfortable sleep drowned in the world of sub conscious but he? He is here taking another walk yet alone in the memoirs of the past. Deeply consumed in his thoughts he Sits up and with a half grin on his face and pours a glass of whiskey. Aaah alcohol a true friend of a sad man, a lover to the lonely and a family to the depressed. The majestic drink can heal the wounds no matter how deep they are. Like a sweet lover it gives you support when you break down in to your worst not a human but a beast. As humans we all are bleeding, with wounds inflicted on our existence not seen by others but they bleed and when they do a man needs something to console in and for this I have my dearly beloved a beverage of pain. Humanity is a profanity in its own terms and nobody belongs to anyone, for he had seen the world and had a handful of experience which relates to it. The truth is I am exhausted, I knew in the end everyone ends up alone but I didn’t think this would be soon for me. It makes me sick because I adored her to an extent which led to this; a chill makes his way down his spine. She left me and now im alone with my remorse and regret which showers my mind every night I lay to bed, the thoughts and memories from the past haunting my present and to which I cannot do anything about and so I lay there and give in to them to the world of memories and take a long walk down the road of my demise of good days. I loved how sick mind game she played and those dirty tricks. She cut her name in my heart and now should I do the same to her or leave? Those nights and those days were meaningless again. And now that I’m here again in the dead silence of the night you can actually hear the thoughts speaking out loud. The density of my cerebrum can’t handle this anymore. These are my thoughts that nobody should ever know I think I’m doing okay or at least pretend to be. I can’t even remember if I’m awake or asleep. These thoughts fight in his mind like lose cannonballs and the land disoriented. He hears the street guard whistle and comes back in to reality of where he was again. He lights up his cigarette and the first puff entwines his mind with pleasure and enwraps his mind and body in pure bliss. Taking a shot of his pain and a shot of the memories what could be better? And so he’ll sit here and drink. Drink away the pain and smoke away the worries until his blood turns in to alcohol and maybe he’ll call her again tonight.life
