Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Murder?

The wind was howling into his ears. The lashing rain colluded with the wind with a brutal ferocity that was terrifying all earth. From the window, he could see coconut trees swaying helplessly in the cruel, capricious storm. The fierce lightning and thunder could have petrified the bravest of hearts. The storm had been raging for hours now and beloved trees that had provided shelter to many had been uprooted with an unnaturally fierce callousness. The silence of doom was impending in the raucous drama of the elements.

He was staring vacantly out of the window. The stillness of the dark room seemed like the eye of a ravaging twister. His wife was lying on the bed in the middle of the room. The room was like a hospital ward meticulously inserted into a bedroom. There was a strike of lightning and the woman, who was on oxygen from a ventilator, convulsed and her body appeared to be writhing in pain. However, her face was as tranquil as ever. He looked at her impassively and made no efforts to move towards her. She used to have such convulsions frequently and each attach would last only a few seconds. In the last 12 years, this had been the only sign of life in her apart from the relentless, rhythmic breathing. She was in coma.

His face was calm and pale. The dim light in the room did not betray his emotions but the tempest outside was a perfect depiction of what was inside him. His countenance bore the signs of intense decision-making. He had lived with the eerie and miserable condition of his wife for more than a decade. Her rock-solid stillness had frozen all memories of his past life. He saw a dazzling fire-play of lightning that lit the whole atmosphere. He saw rain drops falling like a torrent and coconut leaves swaying like monstrous fans, sweeping all life forms into oblivion.

He walked to the bed and disrobed himself. He flung the blanket that covered his wife and unbuttoned her gown. The icy wind charged into their flesh. He removed her oxygen mask and lay on the bed embracing her limp, unresponsive body. He kissed her lovingly on her colorless, pallid lips and slowly life oozed out of her body. His eyes were full of tears as he lay clasping her death. The strident yells of the wind went on incessantly. With changing directions, the wind brought some rain into the room as well. The thunder was deafening.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Srinivas said...

not a murder... but close to mercy killing...

Tue May 31, 07:00:00 AM 2005  
Blogger Meera said...

Bravo.

Tue May 31, 07:50:00 AM 2005  
Blogger Meera said...

I wonder if the tears were a result of the love for his wife who is but a pale shadow of her old self - after all she has been in coma for 12 years - enuf time for one to view the act quite detachedly.
Was the reaction ("His eyes were full of tears as he lay clasping her death.") due to the enormity of the action, the taking of a life, or due to the memories streaming through his mind at that instant? ("Her rock-solid stillness had frozen all memories of his past life.")
It would be interesting to speculate on the thoughts running through his mind at that instant.
The external imagery beautifully correlated to the internal turmoil. ("the tempest outside was a perfect depiction of what was inside him.")

Tue May 31, 09:24:00 AM 2005  
Blogger Vaibhav said...

i believe that taking a human life is very difficult! and in the very act, regardless of the who the victim is, one feels a sense of sorrow, guilt and "evil". in this case, the way i pictured it was - there was detachment, there was a feeling of abject uselessness of life (remember maugham in 'of human bondage' when his poet friend died!) but there were tears of humanity and feeble, lingering attachment. contradictory feelings - thats why the turmoil in the decision making.

Wed Jun 01, 04:32:00 AM 2005  
Blogger Pratibha said...

It was probably an urge to lessen a loved one's pain and suffering that forced him to take such an extreme step. May be its easier to live with a person's memories than to battle each day seeing that person's lifeless existence. It must have been very painful for him all those 12 long years to see the person he loved turn lifeless. May be there could have been several moments during those 12 years when he felt she was a total stranger, she certainly wasnt the one whom he so much loved. The result irrespective of what he did at that fateful moment, would have been the same. He alone would suffer!

Wed Jun 01, 02:30:00 PM 2005  
Blogger Eroteme said...

Wonderfully portrayed!
"The silence of doom was impending in the raucous drama of the elements."

Interesting...

"With changing directions, the wind brought some rain into the room as well."

Rains of a new life? Of washed off pains?

Thu Jun 02, 03:58:00 PM 2005  
Anonymous Gokul said...

Tres Bien!

It would be interesting to analyse the post drama feelings which he may undergo independent of quite justifiable boquet of pre drama emotions.

Sun Jun 05, 05:02:00 AM 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I came here through a link on Meera's site. Very moving. Also because a friend of mine had to face a similar situation.

Atanu
www.deshaa.org

Thu Jun 09, 06:30:00 AM 2005  
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