April 17, 2009

The Unexplainaible.

A man started penning down his diary entry as usual.

"Dear diary,
This would be my last entry.

Then he started writing.

"Lift the lid. It would be underneath my plate..yes, that one. The brown one." His cracked voice seemed to consume all the breath he had collected in the past 2 struggling hours. Shivering hands, and an impregnable desire in his blind eyes, led me to do what he requested. I picked it up and blew off the dust from the hardbound cover. There it was embedded in bold magenta, the words, "Diary 1958".

The sounds of the vintage cars, the wailing of the kids in the market, the beer cans on the streets and the trucks thumping up and down the lanes... Germany was full of life on a sunny October afternoon. Inside the room, he lay there on the bed. His hair and the sunlight were like true lovers. They could not be seperated. There was this peculiar yet familiar zing around his character. He possessed a very prominent spark in him. The one which you get when you feel that you are the happiest..when you are on top of this materialistic world. When you achieve something as rare as true peace. It was this spark that drove me to him everyday at 2pm. Regularly, now...for the past 12 years.

I looked at the rusted clock behind me. "I can see now" - was a random feeling that arose in me. Its been 9 years since that smoke made me blind, and I underwent an eye transplant. But this random feeling arises in me very often now. Flipping through the pages with sheer disinterest, I glanced at him. He was smiling. I wished that I could ask him, "Do you even realise that I have also other patients to attend? Can you be quick please?" But I couldnt because i just couldnt be rude to him. So I asked,"Abel, which part do you really want me to read out to you?" He replied in his broken, husky, and now typical Abel Goldstein voice, "I wish you could read all of it out to me, but now as you can't, read after March 1979. And be loud."

He said that like a weak command. But I began. With the doubt-"why is he making me read aloud his own diary?" I could not decipher the logic. Ignoring the desire to decipher, I started reading. There were mentions of his new job, the new apartment he bought, his first self paid trip to Frankfurt, his first love..every random incident of his life was inked in blue on those dry parchment pages. As I reached September 1979, I started feeling awkward. Terribly awkward. I felt immobilized.

I read:

September 18th, 1979.

Today you gave birth to my boy. I am so happy! I want to fly! I cannot control my emotions when I touch his pulpy head, get absorbed in his engrossing stare! I thank you, Samantha, for being my wife. I love you like anything..Today you gave me the most precious gift of my life. I wont forget bed No. 312 on which you lie right now. I promise I would die on it. I am so happy for both of us. I know you love me a lot. I so wish your father accepts us. I know thats not a possibility, as I am a doctor, and he doesnt want a doctor as your husband. I know you must be having thoughts troubling you in your mind about deciding not to drop the child and bring him him to life without marrying me. But I promise we would marry. One day, for sure. Thank you sweetheart. I love you."

October 21st, 1979

This would be my last entry. Samantha, you promised you wont leave me...I never imagined this would happen. Your father didnt kill YOU, he killed both of us. I have no strength left to write anything more. I would just like to say one thing. I named him Ron. Ron Baker. I donated him to an orphanage 20 days back. I dont know why I did that. Maybe because I had to marry someone else. But I promise I would be around him always. You would always remain my wife, and he..my son. I love you both."

I read this sentence and he asked for his diary. He kept it upside down on himself and placed both his hands on it. I froze on the chair I was sitting on, and kept staring at him...lying there unmoved.

Next morning, HE died of unknown reasons. And I witnessed his death with my eyes....rather his eyes.

Dr. Ron Baker
October 21st, 2008."

PS: Cross posted at my blog


  1. reminded me of "benjamin button" movie some how !! indeed touching !!

  2. This is nice!
    I'd written a piece on this story too!

  3. Dunno why i would agree with prats...This reminds me so much of the benjamin button scene where the old lady is asking her daugghter to read the diary.. neway nice post , and details were handled very well. :)

  4. @prats
    Yes i know...actually i frgot to mention that i had Brad Pitt in mind while writing this...!! (was watching Seven ;P) so it somehow got linked... (why am i saying dis?/... ;P)

    Anyway...thanx a lot prats.....!

  5. @pisku


    @vitruvian boy
    Thank you for d appreciation...

    I know.. i replied to prats telling why i rote it with the movie in mind...!

  6. Seven !! Awesome movie !! glad you did not write anythign like that !! this was way too cute to read :)

  7. Yea..i know... ! and thanx fr calling it too cute....! Btw, I really got fond of Benjamin button wala movie...dats y maybe i jus cudnt think of nethng else to ryt in this....!! ;) ;P

  8. emotionally involving post!
    good job done again... very well written!

  9. thanx pulkit...

    and again means u must have read my other posts. Thanx fr gng thru them.

    My personal suggestion is "Its not our fault" here- http://thesoulwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-our-faultpart-i.html

    and here-

    I am suggesting this because it united many of us. Happy reading...!!

  10. I love this Silent Soul ...!!! The ending was wonderful.

    I so love my short stories with a little twist in them .. and yours fit the bill. Thanks for leaving me this link!

  11. True !! Even i loved the movie .. the way she teaches her own husband to walk .... the moment when he finally dies .. i could feel a tear roll out .. Thanks for reminding of it again !!

    Waiting to read more from you :)

  12. @Amias
    Thanx a lot amias for liking it...

    Yea i know...and u know what, dis made me decide that ill watch it again tonight!!! ;P

  13. @prats...

    damn prats..it was so damn awesome again yaar...!! kya movie hai... (My minds shifting towards dedicating a post to it .. ;P )

  14. even i thot to write abt it .. but did not get time .. u can plz do the honors !!!

  15. haha..yea i will sometime......! pakka...ryt now my minds fruiting something else.... ;P

  16. i was surprised at the ending....it was the punch

    i loved this fiction piece so much...come up with more of stories like this nik

  17. heyy..thnx aparna... :)

    sure i will... ! with encouraging readers like you, i m bound to ryt more!!!


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