“He loved his wife, didn’t he? Bought her those diamond necklaces, financed those kitty parties, gifted those Chanels & Louis Vuittons”
“He loved his friend, didn’t he? Apparently that guy was his best friend, he gave him the money when his company went bankrupt, also made him his best man at the wedding”
However the love shared was mutual. So what if they loved each other even more and ran away together, leaving behind him and his loneliness.
He had spent a month laying in his small black hole-his secretary’s 1bhk apartment. Back in the time he had signed many multi-million deals, won over his opponents and made lots of money. But here he was all desolate, lying in the corner with dense fumes of weed filing the room along with a month’s supplies of beer, cigarettes, and pizzas.
Like a weary traveller in the desert, he had lost all hope of ever making it up to the water called life. Life to him was unjust, unscrupulous, and undeserved. Not only money but he had lost his zeal for living.
But then he had a thought what if he took life by its throat. What if he transforms himself into a malignant boxer knocking life rather than a weary, lost traveller?
He was going to do it. He chipped away the curtains opened the windows, made an outlet for the fumes. Washed, shaved and done with the brooming. He switched on his tv (he didn’t even realize he had one tv) scanned for the business channel and went up to the kitchen stove area to make some tea.
The screen buzzed and showed diff programs-“learn to cook in 3 weeks”,”778-243-458, here’s the 1 million lottery ticket selected ”, “and that’s how the snake attacks its prey…” and so it went on as he continued with his tea.
In the evening, he wrote an entry into his journal. Made his “to-be” list, did some meditation, spoke to his parents and then cooked some pudding.He spoke to Riya, the girl her parents had selected from a matrimonial site, the same girl whom he had once shunned. He ate a satisfied meal and made his bed. He slept like a little child, one who had just begun to live and cherished the gift called “life”.
“As he slept away, a nearby newspaper flipped over and out came a lottery ticket with the no. 778-243-458.”
P.S. : that is LIFE-magical, just and unexpected.