The Story so far

He had always known that silence spoke volumes, unfortunately it was in a language he failed to decipher on most occasions.A long pause.He stared for what seemed liked ages.It made little sense.May be it was'nt meant to be. He shrugged and looked at his friend. The pregnant silence was ruptured by his friends intermittent sobbing. Today was Diwali, it was supposed to be the "Festival of Lights", but things were different tonite. "Lights out", yelled the Jailor. The lights went out and the virgin night was silent and dark again.

But, then was he reminded of his lover whose murder brought him here. All of a sudden, the summer heat in the cell, felt dreadfully cold, when, every moment of his past life flashed in front of his eyes as he stared at the writings on the wall. It was scribbled all over, by previous inmates of the cell. Murderers, as they called them. But maybe there were not murderers, he thought, just like him. Maybe they were just misunderstood. After all, he had to kill her, so he could be sure, that she would never feel pain again.

He had loved her from the moment he gazed into those blue green eyes, he had loved her when those very eyes had looked at him beseechingly for the last time and he had loved her for every passing second in between. But all this was lost on the anti euthanasia lobby who had vehemently screamed murder as his case had hit the headlines.

It all began on a silent winter morning. The cold had crept in without its whistling army of winds. The small town slept. Wrinkled in cold, as glowing fireplaces let out splinters of warmth. Unexpectedly silent. But he was awake. He was always awake. Sleep and he had parted ways three summers back. Since then every time his eyes closed, the mind played stage to that dramatic night. It had been there, too... the silence. Agonising. All-pervasive. Alive with things unsaid. He had known that the she was in pain. Excruciating pain. He had called in A long sequence of doctors. Unable to believe 'the verdict', he kept taking 'another opinion', desperately seeking someone, somewhere, who would say something different from what they were all saying. Desperately seeking one doctor who would give him some hope. Desperately seeking a straw to clutch at, as he felt himself inexorably drowning deeper. There was no hope. There was just a time limit. Again the silence crowded him as his eyes scanned the frail body that encased the once vibrant spirit that now was a mere shadow of life. Her soul cried out to him through pleading eyes, and he knew that in death she would be set free , but he knew that what he would do out of love, might seem evil and sinful to some in the world, yet he also knew, in another time and place, their souls would meet again, for their love was eternal. A solitary ray of light found its way through into my dark abode.Just like she did,a few years ago.

He cursed himself as he fell in and out of his slumber and popcorn bag for the 5th time during the movie. As he looked over her tear glistened face he made a mental note not to choose movies with names like 'Confessions of a Die Hard romantic' ever again.

Her tear glistened face looked so pretty he thought. Failing to keep his eyes open and cursing himself for choosing an extremely mawkish movie, he once again fell into slumber.She sat there and teared silently, a feeling of numbness paralysing her. Her heart beating fast and fingers feeling intense and tight, a sensation of nervousness surrounded her as she stared blankly at the enormously huge, white cinema screen. She too had a confession, she thought. A confession that she should have made a long time ago but couldn't. It was her cowardness, she felt. 'It's never too late' they say, but she knew it was. She made desperate attempts to speak out but she knew it was too late to unveil the hidden truth. She regretted not speaking at the right time, spent days in despair, suffered immensely within day and night, and he knew nothing. She had made a wrong choice. A wrong decision. She's been living a lie for the past three years, right before from the time she got married to him. A betrayal she didn't wish for but could not refrain from it happening. A wrong choice she had made and he was sitting right next to her, sleeping peacefully. A wrong decision she had made and she was pregnant with someone else's child.