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.