It was a cool, calm and pleasant evening. As it was Sunday evening, the road was full of traffic. I’m moving quickly on the busy road as per my suicide plan. Everyone was busy with their work. The shopping malls were busy with their customers. The restaurants were busy with their customers.
Nobody noticed me. Why they have to?
It’s not their job to observe every time, someone like me.
I’m in hurry with my suicide plan. Yes, you heard it right. It was my first ever suicide plan.
Of course, no one have too many suicide plans.
I went to a Kirana store and bought my favorite cool drink bottle, Limca. It may not be your favorite one. It’s my favorite one. It’s cool. Chilling.
I put it in my bag. I tried to get some kind of poison in pesticide stores.
I’m in my new Formal dress. White shirt and black point without a tie. Maybe they thought that I was not the right person to bought it. They were mostly common people with more common sense. Common sense was always common to common people.
They rejected to sold me.
I’m so disappointed with this failure. I couldn’t get a poison bottle in these pesticide stores.
I’m disappointed but not given up.
‘it’s not over until I get it’, I told myself.
I changed my route. I went to a medical store, tried to bought a poison without prescription.
I went to a medical store named as Apollo pharmacy.
‘Excuse me, what do you want sir’, store boy asked me politely.
I don’t know how to ask, what to tell to the store boy.
‘I need some kind of poison bottle ’, I said with a doubtful voice.
‘surely sir, give me the prescription ’, the store boy requested me.
‘I’ve no prescription’, I openly said.
He rejected to sold a poison bottle without a proper prescription.
I’m so tide bought a poison. I thought suicide was also a tough task.
We come on to the earth with pain and we leave the planet with pain.
Maybe yes.
Maybe No.
I don’t know.
Universal laws are so logical in nature.
I’m walking on the pavement slowly.
My brain was searching for the alternative options.
What to do……….
After a few minutes, I reached to a Tea point. I was having my tea. Fortunately, I found a small hospital besides the pavement. Though the hospital looking small in size, they are making big business in profits. Hospital was full of patients and their relatives.
Again, I’m thinking to try at this point. I’m observing the hospital and it’s surroundings very keenly.
I saw a boy with white dress. He was a warden boy. He was helping to the patients. It was not a free service. He was making his profits by helping to patients and their relatives. It was also a big business.
Quickly, without wasting a minute, I went and met the warden boy. I forgot to pay my tea charges.
I told him about my need.
Initially, he rejected to serve. I offered him five hundred rupees.
He accepted it with a gentle Smile. Then and there he offered me a seat with utmost respect.
This is the power of money.
I sat there, where the warden boy offered me a seat. Within no time, he came to me with a small poison bottle. It is shinning.
He gave it to me and offered thanks, then he left away from there.
Somehow I made it. I got the poison.
Now, I’m searching for a taxi to go to the Vizag beach.
I’ve only five hundred rupees in my pocket.
I verified the manufacturing date on the poison bottle and kept it in my bag along with the cool drink.
I’m on the Vizag main road. I’m waiting for a taxi to go to the beach. That is my destination. Dead-end point for me.
I tried to stop a few vehicles on the road but nobody noticed me. The weather was so cool but I’m sweating.
Somehow a taxi was stopped in front of me without my request.
‘Sir, you want taxi’, he asked me politely.
‘Yes’, I said.
‘where you want to go sir’, again he questioned me for his confirmation.
‘To the beach’, I said.
‘Surely. Get in sir
