She woke up
from her bed. Breathless.Dreaming of
drowning. Well, she couldn’t sleep. That definitely can’t be sleep. Maybe the unconscious mental state of the mind.Dark. Curtains drawn,the air humid.
Half sleeping,eyes fidgeting through the dark room. She stands at the window.
She cries out. Silent cries. Then it gains momentum and she can’t hold in in
the inside. She let it burst through her chest. The sob is so loud that it disturbs
her fully. She opens her eyes full and lets the torrents freely wash down her chancy
dimples leaving a warm sensation in the skin. She is now sobbing uncontrollably
as the tears washes the remaining memories that she holds tight since the
incident. Much as the same way the sea waves erase the sand script washing in
any memories without warning. Carrying with it even those fond memories she
would want to cling and not let go…at least not now. Only fear remains. Perhaps vaguely.
Sparklinglyfear-foam
and roaring. She stares at the beautiful frivolous rise and fall of the ocean
tide. The sight is beautiful but she doesn’t see the beauty in it. Whoever was
to make the scene beautiful was conspicuously missing. How can it be beautiful
without the source of beauty in her life? She vaguely thought.The sight
aggrieved her. Because someone was missing.A very important person.Just one
person and the picturesque would have been award winning and heart moving
fascinated sight ever. The dark is deep. The only sound of life is of those sea
creatures singing out in echoing crescendo beckoning for their family. Perhaps
an old hippo beckoning for its lover from the kind of romantic gestures she can
indefinitely pick.
She tiptoes
back to her bed. Afraid that anyone could think she is a witch running her errands at night. Never mind it is a 5 Star tourist Hotel in the amazing Mauritusgate-aways. She sits upright, her mind goes blank.Baffled
and unclear why she is here and what made her come to such a place. Was it even
a good idea?
This was supposed
to be her honeymoon paradise. But she is here. Tonight.Not sure what to do with
herself. Alone.
She reaches
for her phone. It’s slightly past 2am. Sleep has eluded her. She decides to do
the unthinkable. Reaching to the landline,she instinctively calls the hotel
reception.
Krrring,
Kriiiiiing and the phone is answered in the other end.Just two rings. Mmmmh, the customer service is very
impressive she thinks but her thoughts are interrupted by the receiver’s
response.
“Reception
hello,” croaks the voice with a sense of concern that for a second she almost regretted
calling at that God forsaken hour.
“Hello, Room
114, she responded after clearing a throat
Is anything
the matter madam? The gentleman asked
Well, am
sorry. Not really, all is fine. I just
wanted to make a room order for Red wine please. Serve it cold. Thank you. Then
she hangs up.
In five
minutes,she is sitting at her bed side table; Trying to write down her journal.
Emotions oozing with every word she pens. She sips her cold red wine in the
glass silently. Tears are flowing again. Noiselessly this time.The throat
guzzling down the content of the glass; Alone.In silence. For the first time
after entering the hotel, she wonders what he could be doing…
To be
continued
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