The Morning After I Killed Myself…
The
morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made
myself breakfast and opened fridge for
the milk. I washed the dishes and folded the towels. I stared into the rising
sun. Bright streaks of red, pink and orange slowly overcame the dark blue and
purple of the twilight sky…The sky resembled a prism, all the colors blended
perfectly into each other !
It was mesmerizing as it is inviting me to
stare deep into the horizon…
The
morning after I killed myself, I fell in love.
I fell in love with my mom and the way she
keeps on cleaning, cooking and doing chores whenever she has the time and
strength to do so. It surely isn’t a cake walk to cook my favourite dishes,
neaten the linens, keep up with her schedule and manage ours too! And do all of
this again the upcoming day and the day following it and on and on! No
holidays, no stipend, no raise… just a sincere affection !
I fell
in love with my dad. The way he manages to help mom in spite of having his busy
job schedule… I fell in love with his struggles to be a standard against which I
will judge all the men..!
The
morning after I killed myself, I went back to my backyard where I left my
footprints in the grass. I examined how they were already fading. I picked a
few daylilies and pulled a few weeds. I looked across the street and watched an
elderly woman through her window as she read the paper, with the news of my
death.
The
morning after I killed myself, I went back to my body in the morgue and tried to
talk some sense into her. I told her about the sun rising and the illuminating
sky. I told her about falling in love and the footprints in the grass.
If I killed myself, the stars would still
appear, the sun would still come out, the earth would still rotate, the seasons
would still change…
So The morning after I killed myself, I tried to un-kill myself…!!!
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