I was quite today. Inaudible, yet not serene. How grating was the noise of that trumpet! But it was the same old military trumpet that had been waking me up for the last three years. Yet today it appeared more vociferous.

I got up and loitered to the toilet. I was so much in my senses but still so out of mind. All the events of my life came before my eyes and I thought again of my short stay in the temporary abode. Not a moment of tranquility had I gained through my life. I could still feel my parents separating. Why would they take a divorce and move out of each other’s life? This remained a question for me all life long. And then I remember how I spent my childhood and boyhood in the custody of my mother. Then one day she went off. I still see those people pointing at me and terming me stoic. Yes, I had great control on my sentiments. Otherwise I would have busted into tears the way my heart broke.

I reached for the toilet door and opened it. I started to brush my teeth. When I raised my chin and brows I found my reflection in the mirror. I got the reminder of my first date. Yes, I got married to her afterwards. And then we got settled in this apartment. I thought that she understood me. We raised a kid. But then she wanted a divorce and she got it. But who shall take the custody of our child? I wanted my son badly.

I moved to the robe and put on my best threads. I felt comfortable in this dress. I opened the large window of my apartment I could see the traffic nine stories below. I moved out to the short terrace, looked up in the sky once, then looked down at the crowded streets and then jumped down. I was left with no more moments to think about my actions. Within seconds, I was no more.