Monday, April 27, 2020

Wasim

W is for Wasim


Wasim stood in the balcony of his swanky apartment on the 35th floor. The sky stretched to eternity, some parts were broken by white patchy clouds. An angry streak of red and orange  ran across the horizon. Who said gazing at the sky was peaceful? He wanted to tear out the sky, shred it into pieces,stamp his foot and destroy it completely. And then scream his lungs out.

 He did not.

He could not.

Sometimes he wondered if this crazy life was worth anything ? Anything at all? He was living his dream life in Mumbai. Or was he? He had an envious lifestyle. Did  he? Some days, like today,  he went round and round in circles trying to make sense of his life. Then there were days when he flew high with the belief that he had cracked the code. But they were rare. Very rare.

He was tired. Really, really tired of this constant movement. Like a pendulum. To and fro and To and fro and...endless. There was no stopping.

"Wasim," he heard Sheena call out to him.  "Are you going ?"

That`s when he made the decision.

"Yes," he called out as he climbed the parapet.




16 comments:

Srivalli Rekha said...

That's the sad truth of this life. :( Heartbreaking.

Nisha said...

Wish Wasim sought help, wish he knew better..

Shweta said...

That's heart-breaking. But it is a sad reality for many.

my space said...

@ Srivalli Yes it is

@ Nisha I wonder if he knew he needed help

Pradeep Nair said...

How sad! There are many like Wasim. All of them may not open up and seek help. The least that can be done is create an atmosphere that will help them to feel comfortable and find a way out their troubles.

my space said...

@ Pradeep...yes terrible..A lot of us don`t even know that we need help..and even if we do theres so much stigma around it..

Sonia Dogra said...

Oh...That was sad.. I wish life wouldn't get to anybody like this. This life...

A Lady Lawyer said...

Awww your sad stories really pack a profound punch.
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vesseys said...

A sad existence for Wasim. Well written.
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Arti said...

The first paragraph was heart wrenching--a beautiful sky and yet Wasim wants to shred it to pieces.
I've seen depression very closely. Those who suffer can not crack the code on their own--if they had the wherewithal to do it, they would've done it in the first place.
Not sure if you've read Yuval Harari but he mentions the disproportionately high number of loss of life because of suicides compared to disease (not taking into account the current scenario) and natural disasters.

Ira Mishra said...

Sad sad reality... I have lived in Mumbai for a decade... And have actually seen such incidents happen from each of those high rises... And people take it very casually too... The very next moment everything goes like normal like as if nothing had happened... It's heart breaking sometimes to see the fast pace the every day race and the nonchalance...!!

my space said...

@ Noor Thank you

@ Vesseys...agree..v sad

@ Ira Life goes on..that`s the mantra we live with..our coping mechanism in this fast-paced city

my space said...

@ Shweta..yes it is :-(

Unknown said...

Ah! Wasim's sad end really tore me apart.


Archana Srivastava
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my space said...

@Archana Yea it did that to me too..

Ghazala said...

Mental health is so important but sadly it's neglected.