Revenge is a dish best served when cold...

Three in the night, it was completely silent except for the wailing sound of an old hostel fan. The moon was on an off today, probably because it had to attend her boyfriends “post break up” party. It seems like the whole world had gathered to celebrate an END. She felt light, all for the wrong reasons; it took her back to her childhood days when usually due to her frail personality she always ended up being thrown up in the air by her see-saw partner; Even god made her weak. She felt the same today, the whole world on one side of the see saw and there she was on the other side - teary eyed and shaken by her misery.

Is this how light feels? 

Those very eyes of hers which according to him spoke a thousand words were now damp and puffy due to constant stream of tears, now stood staring at her laptop screen with her facebook page open. The words on the screen seemed to be fuzzy, moving up and down as though they have a life of their own due to her moist eyes; They too probably are laughing their hearts out. She has been reading the same words since morning - a proclamation of her boyfriend’s happiness on facebook, ending their five year old relationship that was once so beautiful for both of them.

How she hated Mark Zuckerberg now!! After all…didn’t he create this draconian devil of an idea to woo back his lady love after a breakup, and look what it does now, it allowed immature nitwits like her boyfriend to become pseudo conquerors of the world by providing them their own wonderland where they are the King/Queen and to this throw in their pity minions(read:friends) who never lose out on an opportunity to seek voyeuristic pleasure out of two folks in conflict.

“How could it go wrong then? What made him hate me so much that he had to “wash his dirty laundry linen in public”? Where did all the love and respect go? Was it because he was in love with some one else? Did he find some one who unlike me proclaimed to the world that I loved him? Did he find someone who was full of spine???"

It was a barrage of questions flooding her mind right now. As though the hazy vision wasn’t enough; it was now being supplemented by her bleary cloud of thoughts. Nothing is clear. How she wished to evade all her sufferings. How she wished to…she wished to..wished to…yeah…END HER LIFE!! 

“This is the only way I can slap his face with a cruel realisation, the only way he shall understand my value…the only way I redeem my conscience- Revenge is a dish best served when cold”

She looked around for things that could kill her - blade, sleeping pills, flammable material…anything!

“How about the induction pan in the hostel pantry...can I burn myself sitting on top of it?”

“Seriously!! What are you thinking?? “

“How about jumping from the top of the hostel block? “

“No...jumping from a three storied building will only result in a few broken bones and far worse………a broken pride!”

“Then…What do I do…??!!”

That’s when a sound distracted her, the squeal of the fan and then...it struck her!!  She never knew her feeble body would give her an extra option on her “means to death” list.

“She was feeling light…”

She felt her heart pounding, muscles aching, lungs struggling to breathe, a buzz in her ear. It seemed like the end. Then, a thought struck her – 

“I should have played my favourite song for one last time”. 

As she felt eyes closing for one last time, never to be opened again, she stared blankly at the facebook page trying to get a glimpse of those dreadful words which caused all this:

“Feeling super cool today. Dumped my new ex-girlfriend. Happy independence day."

She felt her eyes giving up…how she wished these were not the last words she read……..

PS: Story inspired by this news article which kept hitting me again and again and of course fuelled by a recent personally experienced similar outburst in social media. 

May the departed soul rest in peace.