It was the Paradise Inn.
Time: 1.00 am.
I was weak. I could not process what happened for the past few hours. I was in my shorts. My eyes looked at the ceiling wearily. The room had an amazing ambience as of I could remember. The ceiling had radium lit stars all over it. That was very satisfying for me at the time. The dim designer lamp at the corner made the starry ceiling very much beautiful. I could only process one thing. I had a severe head ache. I could not even get up. With so much trouble I got up and sat upright on the bed. I could see the torn marijuana packets and some rolled cigars visible on the floor.
“Should change the vendor soon !” I talked with myself.
Post hangover did so much that I could not even remember how I entered there or where I was in. I should be in some 10th floor I thought. I could see the city sleeping peacefully till the horizon. I ensured I was in a posh hotel. There was a telephone in the room. I searched for my wallet and found it under the bed. I saw a card with Paradise Inn in bold red and a key chain with number 185 in metallic brown. I then knew where I was. Without much thoughts I reached the phone and dialed the number from the card.
“A fresh lime juice with added ginger to 185” I ordered.
I searched for my tee and wore it. It took some ten minutes till the waiter arrived at my doorstep with ice cube laden fresh lime juice. I closed the door immediately once I received the juice. I didn’t want the waiter to see my state.
I took around thirty minutes to slowly finish the drink. I freshened up myself. Thoughts flashed through my mind I started remembering how I ended up there. I took some ice cubes out of the mini refrigerator and put it in a bowl. Straightaway I immersed my head into the bowl. A long flash.
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A not so good feel suddenly caught me. I was not high. I could reason out that I was sad. My heart felt heavy.
“What have I done ?” I cried in agony.
I then knew no one else in the city could save me from what happened. My heart beat plummeted. The ecstasy that the marijuana gave me went hiding and some unbearable pain and fear took over. With the highest burden I sat hopelessly on the couch. The breeze was chill through the windows. I looked at the ceiling. Boots sound approached me. I knew what was about to happen. Thoughts went some few hours back.
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I was sitting on a stone bench. There was not much to do for a freelance musician to do on a Saturday evening other than some bird watching along the seashore. The tides were high. I was not calm though. I was restless. I was tired. I was in anger. The clock ticked six. I knew the police would have found the body by then. My eyes were red. I knew what I did was right, at least to my conscious. I did not want to waste the chance of getting my revenge. What would I do when I get to see the person responsible for the death of my family ? I was not a mahatma to forgive and forget. I re enacted what I did in my mind.
Putting it simply, I saw the man jogging casually in his tracks along the beach. I was searching for the man for the past few months and could not find luck in my search. I was having some refreshment in the beach until I saw the man. Revenge took over me. Luckily, I found a nylon coil lying around. With heart full of revenge, I followed the man until he reached an isolated place. Yes, I murdered the man, right with my own hands.
Without thinking much, I walked some meters ahead and sat on the stone bench. I didn’t do the act without thinking the consequences. I was well aware of it and I was ready to face come whatever may. I found security cameras along the way and I knew it was only a matter of time until the police reach me. I knew I had some few hours to my hand. Only satisfaction I had was that I made sure that the main paid for he did to my family. The revenge was very strong as I saw the man go out freely into the society even though I saw with my eyes what he did to my family. I could only console me with that satisfaction. I was ready to go to jail. I knew I was going to spend some long years in prison. I wanted to forget everything for some few hours before getting caught. I knew what I had to do for that. I dialed the marijuana vendor I know and asked him to get me the drug. It was around 7 when I reached room 185 with the drug I bought from the vendor.
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If not for that single Saturday evening, I would not be talking to you from this small cell no 30 with iron rods. Do I deserve this ? Yes, absolutely. Am I satisfied? Yes, very much. Still the darkness that surrounds me never went away. Nor the human-less interaction I am doing right now with no one near me apart from the guard some hundred meters away from my cell. Anyway, thanks for listening to me. I should probably sleep now.
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The lead psychiatrist took a file from the shelf.
Cell No : 30 ; Illness: Multiple personality disorder. The file read.
The doctor told his colleague
“It was this patient who went off the radar and whom we tracked for six months and got him finally in a hotel”
“He still considers him a murderer and in agony since he came in ?” the colleague asked.
“Yes !. May be he murdered a man, who knows ” the doctor laughed. He took the newspaper and kept it on the table.
It read “Decomposed body found along the beach”. Sweat rolled along his cheeks.
THE END
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