The books never enthralled her or the nature; she was more interested in darkness than light. She told me once that if somebody tried to draw her dreams in a white paper the white paper will be drenched with blood. One day when I was closing the window as the sky was about split in black noisy pieces she came and stood behind me silently. I asked her-“looks like the darkness you seek is not very much liked by you”. And again beyond my expectations she answered-“I don’t seek darkness because all I could see is Darkness, I seek within it”. The rain started and the storm grew louder. She walked towards the couch and sat on it with a lying hint. “If you want you can sleep for some time, I will watch over you” I said. “Why do you think I will like to sleep in such a noisy environment?” she replied. “Well I am seeing you having trouble with your sleep since past 3-4 days, so I thought maybe you feel tired”. Her eyebrows grew denser with a face mixed with red flush of suppressed anger and bitterness. “I don’t like people watching me in sleep; you should know its trespassing into someone’s thoughts”. I heaved a shy and said to myself may be there is nothing in this universe that can make this woman laugh or smile. With a realization of a trespasser I chose to sit down on the wooden chair beside the couch. Silence remained for a quarter of an hour, then she finally spoke-“Tell me if you can save somebody’s life how you would feel?” I laughed a bit and said-“That I am either a doctor or The Almighty”. She closed her eyes and took a pause. And asked me again-“How would you feel if you can decide someone’s death instead?”.  A ground breaking lightning took place and my face turned pale. I asked her is this has something to do with your troubled sleep; she opened her eyes and said-“question over a question never leads to an answer you know”. Her riddles sometimes disturb me to the core. With an expression of disgust I replied-“Being a human we are not allowed to decide anyone’s end my dear and harmony resides in leading the life as the almighty has given you, only he decides to call for a stop whenever he wishes. “I see you strongly believe in what you have never seen”- she said. I didn’t answer this because I was more interested in her next words than instigating a religious quarrel.

I asked her with hesitation “Have you encountered anyone in your life who decided someone’s death?” She said “Yes and no too”. Now with a subtle anger I said “If you want to say something I prefer saying it without riddles, otherwise I might lose my patience”. “Yes, as I have met someone and no, as that someone is not anyone but me” she said it and turned her face to the ceiling. The weather and her words both made my heart skip a bit in fear and skin shed perspire even in that cold. I said nothing and she went on saying this time. “There was a man who tried to distort me by looking beneath my cloths without my consent. Or maybe I was too young to realize that it was taking place beyond my sanction all I knew that, I did not like it. I couldn’t tell anyone as he was much older than me and known to my family. But the realization of being smashed by someone’s unlawful pleasures, I felt haunted badly. Whenever he used to show up in the house I kept myself locked in the bathroom until he left.” I was spellbound at the same time and shattered too, that she never had someone who could stand up to her pains and now she is with me who barely understands her mystery. I asked her in furious anger “Tell me who that bastard was, I will make him rot in hell.” For the first time from the entire evening she finally laughed. She turned her face to me and said “He already is in hell.” Before I could extract meaning from her suspicious words she said-“I killed him. I asked for his death to your almighty and he granted my wishes.” Now this lead me to an horrifying trans of emotion, words got stuck in my throats all I could utter with shock to her “How?!!”. She stood up and opened the window, the rain was stopped, and the storm slept in her horror may be. Looking towards the rain drenched nature outside she said “Every night I dreamt of his eyes running over my body and how hatefully I wished them to be closed forever. Suddenly one fine morning the news came that he died over a sudden heart attack in the middle of the night. I was having sleep troubles from past 3-4 days because today was the day of his death. I still remember. The night when he died may be your almighty chose me to be the almighty for once because he knew that nobody except me could have written that man’s punishment”. I felt my nerves feeling rushed and head getting heavy, the fact I was living with a woman who can decide someone’s death stirred me from my entrails. She then came to me and bringing her lips close to my ear said-“Don’t worry you won’t die unless you do something wrong to me” and with a willful smile walked towards the kitchen.

Big rat Buck decides to get married

on his marriage night Buck said to his wife

I can drown in your eyes

I can hang in your tail

Our marriage will never fail

Just that moment came Bucket the cat

In the next moment Buck was in his catch

Just the ticking of the clock and two drops of blood fell on the ground

Hunger is not emotion bound,

That time in some where cold

Whales in the ocean were ravaging the waters 

Birds are all over the sky

Nature seemed so beautiful

But when the sun dropped with the ticking of the clock

The world,the rules, the people change again

Can war ever raise Happy men?

But hunger is not emotion bound

Hunger for power, senses, body, soul

Time notices all, our all individual clocks

so you better be beware

before time says, "Stop the Clock".