Confessions

I looked down. My feet were soaked. My knife gleamed with every swift moment it made. It was not hard to cut through someone. The room had grown silent. My hands grown tired and finally my mission accomplished. The pristine white marble floor was a bright crimson now. She was over. I was done and my elation knew no bounds.

Sunaya wasn’t really my sister. She was my father’s illegitimate child. I never understood why a sinner like her got the same treatment I did. At times, out of pity, people would shower her with more love and comforts, whereas, my hardworking mother and I got secondary treatment. This girl had no right over my father, his time, his love or even his house. I would spit on her whenever I got the chance. But, that shameless cretin kept coming back like a dog to a bone. It wasn’t long before I realized that this weirdo worshipped me.That’s when I hatched a plan:

‘Revenge would be a sweet dose of medicine for that cretin.’

I had vowed it; for my mother and her honour.

Aged 10, I began my torture. I made the imbecile do everything; my homework, my chores, even wash my dirty undergarments at times. I remember once I made her clean my dog’s poop from my shiny gum boots. Ahh! The pleasure I derived from treating her so. But, somehow that girl seemed spineless. The more I mistreated her, the more she tried to please me. Though, I kept on. This was only the beginning.

Many years have passed since we were ten. Lately, we haven’t been speaking much. But, that does not mean that my feelings have changed for her. I think it’s the same for her too. She owes me so much. For all those years of snatching the love that I deserved. Finally, I thought, ‘ Enough of petty torments. It’s time for the big finale.’

I set the date; my birthday!  This would be the best gift I was giving myself. The ultimate eradication of vermin. I liked the ring of it.Slowly, I set the wheels in motion. I started it week before my 25th birthday. I invited her for a party. My birthday party. But she’s the one who will be getting a surprise. She has obeyed dutifully as always and come home bearing an interesting gift. I unwrap it. A gleaming knife with sharp edges stares at me.

“With all the crime in our city, I always want you protect yourself. Keep this with you forever didi.”

I smirked. What idiot victim gifts a lethal weapon to their own murderer!

“Thank you my dear! I don’t understand how you always think of others. But you are truly kind”

She beamed as I said this to her. I wasn’t going to fall into any trap of hers. We passed the drinks around and I made sure she had more than she could handle. Then, I waited till all other guests melted into the night.

Eventually, I stood satisfied in the pool of your blood, wondering what to do with your body. Chop it, julienne it, drown it or just burn it. I choose them all. Revenge was very sweet.

Life and Me

She is mysterious.

She is unique.

She loves giving surprises

And hates planning.

She believes only in the goodness in this world.

She is a believer of destiny.

She believes in smiles

And spreading them in the cities.

She talks of honesty and integrity.

She baffles me at times.

But that’s who she’s supposed to be.

She makes me a better person.

She only does what’s best for me (like it or not)

She brings me closer to my dreams

And helps me be me.

She is my life.

She is me.