In an awkward geometry of time;
Brownian in its motion,
Calculous in its crime ~
It was necessary. He stepped away from her. But the voice kept coming at him, through layers of nitrocellulose, saying 'How do you feel now?'. He felt terrible. His eyes were bloodshot after fifteen hours of no sleep. It was so tempting, walk away, forget the whole thing. But it was necessary. Not only for himself, but for all of them. She was too dangerous. He knew it the moment he heard the news. It was unreal, and for a moment he managed to find it in his heart to give her some credit, something he hadn't been able to do for years. But then he saw the papers, and the TV, and the court order, and closed his eyes.
Closed his eyes and pointed.
At the TV.
"DAMN YOU EKTA KAPOOR", he shouted, and fired.
But something there was made of stone and the bullet richotted off it and lodged in his chest. That surprised him. He was so surprised that he forgot entirely whether his heart was on the left or right side. As the inept Noida police made their entry, he died, uttering the famous last words that would fire a generation, 'Damn you Ekta Kapoor...'
What if you woke up from sleep and found yourself in a place you don’t recognise? You know everything about the present but have absolutely no clue about the past? You know who you are but have no idea about who you were just a few hours ago?
Would you be bold? Or afraid? Or curious? Or indifferent? Or thrilled? Or distressed?
And then the sun came up and you realised that you were having a dream within a dream? What would be on your mind then???
Would it be the realisation that you were just a wee bit more high than the usual? Or would it be something else?