Gangster's Last Call

Because Somebody's fiction is Somebody's reality.....

*Deserted Dark and gloomy background*

A young man drags himself in the corner, his light brown skin, dark black hairs and white dress visible.

It had been raining for the past two hours. At this late hour, the streets were almost abandoned in that part of suburb. Bombay was asleep but not at peace, it never was.

The shadow ran past a few trash cans and crashed into the dimly lit phone booth.

His hands were shivering and his face was pale white. It took him immense effort of dial the number, each time, the good old trunk returned to zero. He shuffles his palm in pocket and brings out some change, leaving a few five hundred currency note pile dropping by on booth floor and a red tainted stain on pocket patch.

On the other end, phone was ringing. It rang and rang…and then there was a beep. The call went Unanswered. A tear encircled the dark circles around his eyes, and a sweat drop from his forehead touched ground. He closed his eyes…and murmured a whisper of a prayer, his expressions of desperation haunting every minuscule of his face. The phone was ringing again.

There was an answer this time around, a sleepy voice of a girl, dulcet as heaven.

“Hello….”

No answer.

“Hello…? “

No answer

She opens the night lamp on her bed side, and slide herself up to sit, resting over the pillow, supporting her bare back. Cream brunette hairs, shining to the face of lamp bulb, and hazel eyes. Deep eyes. Sad eyes. Empty eyes.

“Is that you….???” Her voice was a whisper this time.

(*with heavy breath*) “Yeah it’s me Shirley….” He gulped the blood cum saliva that came from his throat along with voice.

“Can I talk to her for a second?”

“Yes you can…. But I don’t think… she would recognize your voice”

“And why is that?”

“Because giving birth to a girl…. Doesn’t mean… you become a father Asif”

(Coughs!) “Shirley… do we always have to fight?”

“Always??? You call once in months now Asif, I am sick of this…. There are issues at home… that you know nothing off… sending pay checks at home, doesn’t fulfill my need of a husband, and her need of a father…. Have you ever thought of it?” her voice started to break.

(Gulps another patch of blood) “Where is my little angel… can I hear her please?”

“Are you okay Asif? I know you are not. Are you drunk again? Have you had drugs? You don’t sound yourself….” A slight worry and concern in her voice.

“Give the phone to her….”

“This is not the answer to my question”

“JUST DO IT!” screams. Very loud. The dog at the corner of deserted drenched street raises his ears.

Silence from the other end. Shirley wakes the 8 year old immensely cute young girl, sleeping right next to her.

“Urgh….(she rubs her eyes, those twinkling ocean blue eyes, beautiful like her mother’s) What is it mom?”

“Hey, daddy on call sweetie, Talk to him.”

“Hello… Ada?” He manages to speak, as composed as he could.

“……” silence greets him.

“Ada my angel…. How have you been sweetheart?”

“……”

“Okay so I am goanna get silence now… I know you are upset with me baby, I couldn’t come for your dance competition in school, but daddy had work honey….I told you I would try” (heavy breaths and pain).

“You told me… you would come…. You lied again daddy”, fighting in her sugar tone.

“I would come next year, I promise, I swear on my life”, (smiles and looks above, a tear falls from his eyes)

“We will see….” (She smiles)

“I love you sweets”

“I love you too daddy… I miss you everyday….”

“good night sweetheart, go to sleep, be a good girl… daddy loves you jaan, give the phone to mumma”

Pause.

“You should see… how you can make her smile Asif, me you and her… we have a family here, can’t you come back…for forever and leave everything else”

“I love you Shirley”

“I know Asif… I can see it in your eyes, it’s been years since I last saw those eyes…. I just need you here, I can’t handle anything here…. I really can’t… she needs a father, I need a husband….I need a partner” *sobs*

“I love the white suit you wore for our wedding… will you wear that again if I would come?”

“I would do everything you would say… everything …. Just come”…”please”, she starts to cry.

Pause.

“Honey… behind the wooden Elmira in kitchen, there is a bag….It has some papers, some money, my diamond wedding ring, and some old insurance papers of my parental property….” His voice starts to break.

“Why are you telling me this….? Tell me you are ok Asif. Tell me love. Allah!” she burst into tears.

”You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me Shirley. I wish I would have never got into this, and have listened to you…. Take care sweetheart…I will be back soon… take care of my angel too, I want to see you both smiling, when I come this time around”. A bunch of tears falls from his eyes.

(Behind the fog on the adjacent corner to it)

“There he is”… a gunman points to his leather jacket partner. “Behind that broken phone booth” he whispers.

GUN SHOT!! Wham! Wham! Wham!

A dark blank.

The receiver hanging from its chord

Saying….”I love you Asif…. Hello? Hello? …. Hello daddy?...Hello jaan? Hello?”

Tears and screams.

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Backdrop - I am speechless and unaware of the source of what made me pen this down. I just started typing and things shaped up to this. Many a times, our lives become entangled enough and in thoughts of... sometimes ambitions, sometimes greed, sometimes hunger and need... we tread the forbidden roads of crime. They appear silvery, but of all that history has witnessed, we all know... of where they end. In a deserted corner, on a lonely bed, in a pool of blood or in a can of trash. These roads have a knack of leading to painful ends. I wish and pray nobody ever walks those roads again. Everything destroys in the end, reasons don't matter then, fate does.

I am not intentionally penning down pain, but grey had always been my color of pen. And grey is the color, that I take in the most from how I observe things around.

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