A drool here and some dabbing, and then some more. A fleeting moment of consciousness. He registered his surroundings and switched off the moment he saw everything was just the same.
"Are you alright?" "Do you know where you are?" He had never been able to understand why most of humanity was so stupid. Stupid enough to ask "in-your-face" obvious questions. "Are you in too much pain?" Now that is something....is it possible to quantify pain? "I am in pain...there's enough pain for...well....there is more than I need at the moment, glad to pass it along." All along, the masochist in him defiant-screaming, smirking and almost enjoying the moment.
The anaesthesia. The dilemma was killing him. Anaesthesia seemed like an inviting and logical option, but he froze the moment he thought of a life without pain. Heck, might as well get one of those beastly lethal injections. The pain was the only anaesthetic...he could feel it settling in that slow way a chill sets in. It was a comfortable blanket, the one you can't do without when you are at home. Another rendezvous with consciousness. That little tryst with sanity.
And then the ever punctual alarm shrieked away....it was time for him to switch off and get past the day.
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I read it once.... then twice...
Then probably thought there is some hidden meaning in it.... SO read it again....
Probably a tricky one I thought.... so tried to read alternate sentences, then tried alternate words.... later thought it was written back to front.... Nope, no luck even there.....
Finally I accepted the fact... And gave up....
The night was dark so was the deodrant I once said....
A.B.S.U.R.D
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