I’d fallen for her the first time I’d touched her. She was perhaps too nice, smooth and delicate for a carelessly uncaring guy like me. Her exquisitely sublime features required care, still, she had surrendered totally in my hands the very first time we had met. I had seen in her a companion of my choice. I knew I wanted her in my life. I needed her. When the opportune moment arrived she came into my life for once and for as long as I would let her remain with me. She became mine.
Days passed by, we lived together; quite happily. We stayed together; in bed, at the dining table, on the road, at work and at times, even in the bathroom. She was an epitome of perfect submission. She would do for me all the things I wanted her to- she would share with me my joys, my sorrows, my pleasures, my pains; she would sing for me when I wanted to listen. When I wanted to speak, she would listen to me patiently, silently, without judgment, and would utter not a word. She would reaffirm every now and then that she was with me, for me, always, except when I’d specifically instructed her to leave me on my own in which case she would obey me without slightest protest. In a short span she had got so close to me that sometimes it seemed as if she understood me, not fully though, but substantially. She was always free from the diseases that afflict all- hatred, ill-will, anger, greed and most of all, jealousy.
I smashed her against the wall with all my might. “Bang”, lethally disfigured, she fell down on the bed. I wasn’t at ease, I didn’t relax. I flung her away with a jerk this time. She hit the floor. Her skeleton replied, the internal parts of her body came out and spattered all over. She had gone into eternal slumber, never to wake up again. Before anyone entered the room, I searched and collected the battery, the sim card and all the other parts scattered in the room and safely kept them all in the suitcase under my bed.
