Those who missed the first part of the series, do read On musings.
Of course, this was just a seemingly isolated incident. Life, after all, is just transient. You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew it from a full and abundant supply, though all the while this day which you bestow on some person or thing, is perhaps your last. Ah, the fragile beauty of human life, for we are naught, save for flower petals under the feet of an unknown power.
I walked back home from the service, through the bustling metropolis. I lived at the furthest end of the city and had a long and arduous journey ahead. However, I did have the companionship of an old acquaintance. The roads were full, and the traffic was constant. Despite the hustle of life around me, the world felt empty and forlorn. It seemed the cruel world was mocking me.
I was halfway through my journey when an epiphany struck me. I realized the only exit from this endless loop of disappointment, dread, and deprivation we call Life. It was an elegant and obvious solution, clear as crystal. It was to take control, to take back charge. I could end it all, I could send myself to the land from which no traveler returns, but what kind of a person would that make me? You see, I had made the discovery of the century. This knowledge was meant to be shared and spread.
I am no longer a mortal, I have transcended the realm of the weak, the foolish, and the powerless. My role now shall be to guide all to the true path. I needed to liberate all from this misery they call life, I needed to free them from the dread that is existence.
And therein, came my first opportunity. My acquaintance and I were waiting to cross a busy signal. As fate would have it, there was no one else with us. I knew what I had to do. Quick as a flash, I shoved him into the path of an oncoming bus.
I can never forget the look on his face. There was a split-second of shock, followed by agony. Moments later, the only expression that could be seen was peace, as he had moved into eternal slumber.
I remember there being a big ruckus, and a huge cry. The police took me in and spoke to me for half an hour. Their questions were a blur. I knew what they wanted to hear, and I gave it to them. I shed copious tears.I pretended to be shocked. I grieved and convinced them that it was nothing but an accident. Within the hour, the case was closed and written off as an accident due to negligence on my acquaintance’s part.
As I walked out of the police station, I cried for the first time in years. Not tears of sorrow, but those of joy. I had begun my journey. I would deliver freedom in its truest sense to the people of this world. I am the chosen one who shall liberate them all.
A small voice in the back of my head was nagging at me, telling me that I was in the wrong. But it was too late…Once you taste blood, you can’t turn back.
-Sai Prashant and Adith
About the authors:
‘Ah you see, I’m a man of culture as well.’
A crazy & carefree ambivert who believes in conveying complex things using simple words.