Shankar stared at the man standing before him. He wore Shankar's favorite blue colored shirt. Man's right hand soaked in blood. “You monster, what have you done? it’s you who should die. I will kill you.” Shankar fumed. It will solve all my problems, putting an end to my miseries, Shankar thought. Shankar felt his muscles tighten.
He knew it won’t be easy though, to kill the person you have known forever. The one you have grown up with, played little games, shared all joys and sorrows and whom you loved the most – ‘Shadow of self’. Shankar felt selfish at the thought.
But the man in front wasn’t the same he knew; he was an irresponsible, foul mouthed, drunk gambler. And now a murderer. Murderer of his own wife."What was her fault? She loved you truly.All she ever wanted was you to love her & the life growing inside her. And you.... You answered by slitting her throat. You impotent rascal”, cried shankar & punched him in the face.
The man's face cracked. The glass of dressing mirror Shankar stared at, shattered, reflecting his broken image. Dejected, Shankar took the knife lying beside his wife's dead body. Clutching it in his two hands, he stabbed his own gut multiple times. Lying in his blood pool shankar imagined the headlines, “Man kills wife, commits suicide." A suicide is perfect end to an imperfect life, Shankar thought. A Coward Act to end A Coward Life.
