Diwali eve..
City is covered in lights.. Happy faces all around. He was walking slowly through the gali, holding firmly the sweet packet he bought. Was he humming ? I dont know, could be! How he cannot whistle an old song while walking through that mesmerizing street of lights.. slowly he faded away in the crowd. It will take some more time to reach his house.
He was a rebel in his own world. Never apologized, lived in his own terms. That made him an isolated entity in this big world. Wife and kids kept a distance from him, cant blame them as they suffered a lot because of him.. he tried his last luck by coming back to his hometown, thought he could start something again, live rest of life with his aging parents. But life is not that easy, he had to move back to the busy city. Last time when I saw him, he was totally different as he lost his teeth due to high sugar levels. Felt like a stranger at first, but his smile reminded me the good old times.. we all knew he was there in the city, in his own fortress of solitude, without complaints..
He reached his home. Took a bath, started shaving. Kept looking at the mirror while combing his hair. The yellow lights were flowing through the window. He could see his old self in mirror, smiling in that yellow shade. He wore his best dress. Sweet box was kept on the table. Slowly he finished the entire box, savoring each piece from that. The rope was kept under the bed. He stood near the window making the noose. He pulled the chair and tied the rope on the celiling hook..
Diwali eve.. city is painted in yellow lights.. sparow started flying from the building, may be to his home, may be to that green unknown paradise...